Dylan and his onesie snow suit, or as he calls it his “bunny suit”
Welcome back riders,
This morning we all, as in everyone, convened in the dining room for the Snowmobiler breakfast around 7am.
After breakfast, we fueled our sleds on sight, where they were really proud of their fuel. I don’t know the gallon equivalent of the litres we got, but it was stiff. As we sit here and try to compute it we are coming up with around 7$ per gallon. But this is bar math, after a few drinks. Just trust me, it was pricey.
We were gathered out front of the lodge around 8:45am, and just waiting for Old Man Ron. Chip Nasty went to check on him, and found out Ron was in a panicked state, he couldn’t find his wallet. He finally found it nestled under the comforter of his bed.
And on the trail we were at around 9am. Mostly an un-eventfull day, until it wasn’t. Somewhere before lunch, at a break on the trail, Yamaha Rob realized his saddle bag was coming de-tached from this sled. He blamed it on a Ski Doo rivet, on his Yamaha Sidewinder. Why he’s running a frankenstein operation for his saddle bag attachment is beyond me, but a couple bungee cords solved his problem.
We were in for lunch by 1pm, at the Marineau restaurant in some town none of us gathered in the bar at this time, can recall, Lunch was decent, Dylan & Wingman ordered the same meal again, this time the cabbage rolls. They were happy, again. I saw wings and burgers flying around too.
Back on the trail and about 80 miles to go. The trails were anywhere from good to bad. As daylight was dwindling, and the number of miles were, as well, the trail got especially rough. This slowed down a couple riders at the back of the pack, and got 6 of us a bit separated from the front of the pack. We were about 15 miles back actually. We finally caught up with the group at an intersection and after an attempted hit and run a bit of a verbal lashing from Stick to the rider that didn’t check his mirrors, (Wingman Rob). we were finally back together and headed to the barn.
We were in, again, around 6pm and after dark. And now it gets’ good again. We are all gathered in the parking lot outside the entrance to the night’s motel, and Craig goes in to check us in. But…they don’t have his reservations. He is livid. He called the week before we left all of our overnights’ to verify our reservations, but some how this location didn’t have any record of our stay when we showed up. And… the attached restaurant and bar is closed on Sundays! You can’t make this stuff up. It took us an hour to get checked in, and fortunately it was a warm winter evening as we loitered in the parking lot joking and laughing about our circumstances.
The problem was quickly solved when Action Dan, Ski Doo Matt and Wingman Rob headed out on sleds to the nearest gas station for a couple 30 packs of cold blue mountains and ordered us 6 pizzas, delivered please. Apparently Action Dan and Ski Doo rode 2-up and Action Dan gave them quite a ride back, with the head light gleaming off the night clouds, instead of the trail ahead of them.
This turned out to be one of those nights that we will always remember. We decided to make it a sidewalk party outside of Craig and Action Dan’s room. We pulled the end table out of their room and on to the side walk outside their room , set up the 6 delivered pizzas, wings and mozzarella sticks on the table, and threw the beer in a snow bank. Now I wish I could say, all went well from there, but you do recall this is the Darkside, correct? The pizza joint didn’t cut the pizza into slices, and we didn’t have a knife to cut it. Our neighboring motel room occupant arrived for the night around this time, and was generous enough to volunteer his box cutter knife in exchange for a slice and a beer. No problems, only solutions. His only words of advice were “ I’m a mechanic, you may want to wash the grease off it!”
After 4 double doubles, this is the most I can recall from yesterday, and also I am at my limit of the amount of time I am alotting this stupi blog this evening. But before I sign off, an update on that crown replacement I did for Ski Doo Matt the other night. It made it about 18 hours with super glue. We are going to try JB Weld tonight, after dinner. I’ll keep you posted.
Ski Doo Matt’s crown and my tools of the trade, just missing the JB Weld
Bye for now,
Stick