Just got home from a snowmobile weekend up in Doug and Keith's neighbourhood....and man my body is a hurting unit.
My son has been bugging me for some time to come up to his father-in-laws cottage in Coe Hill. So Friday afternoon we set sail on the 401.....that in it's self was a treat. By the time we hit 115 the snow was starting to come and the wind was blowing like crazy. Hwy 28 was just as bad, but we made it safe and sound. I remember the day that kind of thing never bothered me.
So Saturday morning the kid fires up a 700 Polaris and says follow me. Well, at first it was kind of fun, but man 50 MPH through the bush is a little different than I remember. Were those trees always so darn close. And why are my arms and legs so tired, after just a few miles. The on the way home we stopped to fill the tanks. I don't ever remember a fill up on my old Yamaha costing me $35.
Then of course the ride home......but by then I guess I was at a point I just didn't give a rats behind, because I hit that 401 and Jane was hanging on to the holey s**t bar white knuckles.
To be honest, I really enjoyed the weekend with my kid and grandkids, but I am in no hurry to buy another machine. :nono:
My son has been bugging me for some time to come up to his father-in-laws cottage in Coe Hill. So Friday afternoon we set sail on the 401.....that in it's self was a treat. By the time we hit 115 the snow was starting to come and the wind was blowing like crazy. Hwy 28 was just as bad, but we made it safe and sound. I remember the day that kind of thing never bothered me.
So Saturday morning the kid fires up a 700 Polaris and says follow me. Well, at first it was kind of fun, but man 50 MPH through the bush is a little different than I remember. Were those trees always so darn close. And why are my arms and legs so tired, after just a few miles. The on the way home we stopped to fill the tanks. I don't ever remember a fill up on my old Yamaha costing me $35.
Then of course the ride home......but by then I guess I was at a point I just didn't give a rats behind, because I hit that 401 and Jane was hanging on to the holey s**t bar white knuckles.
To be honest, I really enjoyed the weekend with my kid and grandkids, but I am in no hurry to buy another machine. :nono:
i hear ya brian. i sold my last sled 10 years ago,it just got too much for my joints and back - and it was a cat with 13 inch suspension !!! i made the switch to an atv - easier to ride - less rolling resistance. dr. buckhorn says " have a hot soak in the tub along with yer favourite booze " repeat as needed buddy 
