Although I probably should relate my stupid youth and snowmobiling experiences... some may see some humor, or learn from it.
Once in northern WI on a trip, I ended up with a pile of metal and fiberglass. On the second to last day I did some open water crossings in front of a resturant/bar that had a stream running by it into the lake. It was only a couple of feet deep, and dozens of people were crossing it every day (for fun?). I did it a bunch of times, no problem... and fun.
The last day of the trip we ended up back there and I wanted to show the rest of the guys how to do it (they weren't there the previous day). As I got up to the open water, I noticed that it was a bit longer than the previous day so I decided to cut across at a different angle. About half way across the water (going 50mph) I saw a 6 inch ice shelf coming up... bad news, the skiies got over it, but it threw the sled and me big time. The sled did a dozen or so flips (some sideways, some nose-tail) shedding parts along the way. I did a couple of flips and cracked my helmet. I ended up sliding on my but, a little stunned, but OK. The sled was actually setting upright and running. A couple of rolls of duct tape and I was able to get home. In the end it was totaled.
I consider myself very lucky... and if we survive our youth, we only keep getting smarter.
- Eric