Showing posts with label snowmobiling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snowmobiling. Show all posts
Monday, January 9, 2012
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
At least behave
Because being careful is no guarantee.
It is possible to be out snowmobiling... going fast and racing around... a bunch of guys in their 40s and 50s... racing around on the trails... rubbin is racin... bump bump and oops off the sled... oh shit... two sleds just a second behind... Vvroom OUCH! vvroom OUCH!
No broken bones, but some serious ecchymosis...
Lucky, stupid lucky.
It is possible to be out snowmobiling... going fast and racing around... a bunch of guys in their 40s and 50s... racing around on the trails... rubbin is racin... bump bump and oops off the sled... oh shit... two sleds just a second behind... Vvroom OUCH! vvroom OUCH!
No broken bones, but some serious ecchymosis...
Lucky, stupid lucky.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I feel the need, the need for speed!
120 mph!!!!
My new maximum speed seen on my Arctic Cat CFR 800!
And, more importantly, I ever so slightly pulled ahead of my buddy on his Yamaha Apex.
The Yamaha digital speedometer is not as accurate as the Arctic Cat digital speedometer.
During our race across the lake:
He saw 122 mph and maximum of 125 mph.
I saw 112 mph and a max of 114 mph.
Here is how Sunday's fun unfolded:
We headed out to see if anyone was at the waterskips.
The Conservation Officer clocked us at 54 going across the lake to the waterskips. (no ticket, speed limit on the lake is 50 mph this time of year.) (He pinched another buddy a month ago for $110)
(300+ people at the skips on Sat; only 25 on Sunday)
After talking with a few friends at the skips we went over and talked with the officer.
We were talking to him while he clocked someone else at 68 mph. He has his job to do... so he took off on his sled... and we followed. heh heh heh
I was going 104 mph and starting to gain on the officer, so I slowed down a bit.
Then, while he was stopped and distracted with those people, my buddy and I evened up and we pinched it!!!!!! Wide open! Balls to the wall! The last hurrah!
We were dead even until I slightly pulled on him between 110 and 114 mph.
Then, an hour or two later the officer was writing a ticket to someone that just sunk their sled under the bridge.
I was giving my friend a ride to his truck. Naturally, I took the easiest way and waterskipped under the bridge.
The officer followed us and scolded me for waterskipping under the bridge with a passenger.
"Which one of you was driving?"
"I was."
"I just talked to you two earlier and then you do that right in front of me."
"What? You never said we couldn't skip there."
"I did now. It's too deep under the bridge. That's my rules."
(Just because he is limited in his snowmobiling abilities should not determine MY acceptable limits.) (But, no ticket)
Then, on the way back to the cities late late Sunday night.
67 in a 55
11:45 PM on a nicely paved county road not too far from I-35
I was getting tired and I just wanted to get home after I dropped off my friend.
This officer was off to the side of the dark road without his lights on, radar gun locked and loaded.
Busted.
"Did he give you a ticket?"
No, he gave me a breathalyzer; no ticket.
My new maximum speed seen on my Arctic Cat CFR 800!
And, more importantly, I ever so slightly pulled ahead of my buddy on his Yamaha Apex.The Yamaha digital speedometer is not as accurate as the Arctic Cat digital speedometer.
During our race across the lake:
He saw 122 mph and maximum of 125 mph.
I saw 112 mph and a max of 114 mph.
Here is how Sunday's fun unfolded:
We headed out to see if anyone was at the waterskips.
The Conservation Officer clocked us at 54 going across the lake to the waterskips. (no ticket, speed limit on the lake is 50 mph this time of year.) (He pinched another buddy a month ago for $110)
(300+ people at the skips on Sat; only 25 on Sunday)
After talking with a few friends at the skips we went over and talked with the officer.
We were talking to him while he clocked someone else at 68 mph. He has his job to do... so he took off on his sled... and we followed. heh heh heh
I was going 104 mph and starting to gain on the officer, so I slowed down a bit.
Then, while he was stopped and distracted with those people, my buddy and I evened up and we pinched it!!!!!! Wide open! Balls to the wall! The last hurrah!
We were dead even until I slightly pulled on him between 110 and 114 mph.
Then, an hour or two later the officer was writing a ticket to someone that just sunk their sled under the bridge.
I was giving my friend a ride to his truck. Naturally, I took the easiest way and waterskipped under the bridge.
The officer followed us and scolded me for waterskipping under the bridge with a passenger.
"Which one of you was driving?"
"I was."
"I just talked to you two earlier and then you do that right in front of me."
"What? You never said we couldn't skip there."
"I did now. It's too deep under the bridge. That's my rules."
(Just because he is limited in his snowmobiling abilities should not determine MY acceptable limits.) (But, no ticket)
Then, on the way back to the cities late late Sunday night.
67 in a 55
11:45 PM on a nicely paved county road not too far from I-35
I was getting tired and I just wanted to get home after I dropped off my friend.
This officer was off to the side of the dark road without his lights on, radar gun locked and loaded.
Busted.
"Did he give you a ticket?"
No, he gave me a breathalyzer; no ticket.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The Last Hurrah.
My CFR800 blew a belt the Saturday before last going 100 mph across the lake. The belt basically disintegrated into cotton. It took out the exhaust valve cables... clutch...
Considering the dearth of snow we had this year, I would still consider riding 2800 miles for the year to be a good year. (Last year was about 2800 and the year before was about 3000.)
We still might get a nice snow storm, but I won't hold my breath.
Waterskipping marks the end of the snowmobile season.
The trails are shot and there is some open water. Time to do some waterskipping!
This past Saturday there were about 300 or so people gathering at the skips and next weekend there will be close to 600.
The last hurrah at the water skips is always fun!
And that, my friends, will mark the end of one season and the beginning of a new...
Soft Water Fishing and Camping and Hiking!!!
Considering the dearth of snow we had this year, I would still consider riding 2800 miles for the year to be a good year. (Last year was about 2800 and the year before was about 3000.)
We still might get a nice snow storm, but I won't hold my breath.
Waterskipping marks the end of the snowmobile season.
The trails are shot and there is some open water. Time to do some waterskipping!
This past Saturday there were about 300 or so people gathering at the skips and next weekend there will be close to 600.
The last hurrah at the water skips is always fun!
And that, my friends, will mark the end of one season and the beginning of a new...
Soft Water Fishing and Camping and Hiking!!!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Hard Water!
Lake Vermilion froze over last night!Ice should be safe in a week or so.
Cross posted - Ice, Ice, Baby!!!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
It's time to wake up old man winter!
Let it snow!!!!
This, my friends, is a 2009 Arctic Cat Crossfire R 800.I bought it last spring and have yet to take the more than 140 ponies for a ride.
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This is my 2002 ZR600 that I detailed last weekend and got ready for the season.It has over 7500 miles. I also cleaned the green jacket, so Dad will look cool on the cat.
Stock windshield in photo, mine has a shorter green windshield.
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And this is the wife's Polaris 550 Classic. Yes, of course it has electric start and reverse.I also have a 1998 Indy Lite Delux 340 for the kids.
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