Short Stories

The year is 1999 and it is the night before christmas eve and i am excited about christmas so i sent my 1993 indy 340 to get the motor rebuilt completly and just got it!I install the the engine and head for bed.I get up the next morning and go out ot the garage to grease up my sled and were out of starting oil for the stove.So like a idiot i use gas.I put about a cup of gas on some news paper and start the torch.When the flame touched that gas the stove blew up!We did not have a cement floor and had slivers all over the ground.The fire jumps out of the stove and engolfs the floor,me, and my sled.I run out side and roll in the snow and put the flame out that was on me.But my sled did not make it out.Needless to say i don't have that sled any more.My community felt bad and devoted enough money to me to buy a new sled.I got a 01' 370.And that is when i really started riding.

thoes of you out there who have had this happen to you you know how it is


I was out riding a sweet ass snopro 440 you know just havin a pimped out time hittin drifts and doin some small gaps just havin a good time then on the last jump i try a saran wrap i took my hand off way to soon and flew off the sled i ended up just hurtin my shoulder but the sled really took a beating it hit th step up part on the gap and it realy wrecked the sled the skis were about ten feet away and the exaust was so mesed up i couldnt have even started it. so i sit there by my sled hoping somebody would come and give me a lift to the nearest phone well no one did i was out there til about 10 at night untill the neighbor had come to pick me up anyways the sled was totaled so my parents made me buy them Amew sled a pantera 580 (this sled is a piece of sh*t it is like a tank) so trying to get that thing through a trail is alnost impossible well when we were ridin up north with a friend of my dads i hit a tree and broke my nose and my thumb still tryin to get repairs done on this mother fer
and this i all no sled and just a hand full of trouble this sounds gay but i just needed to get the story out later peeps

So here's just a few experienc's of bad luck i have on sleds. So i never had the greatest sled, but I love my sled. A 1995 polaris indy sport, retrofited with a 500 liquid cooled engine. My baby.

So my buddy pat gives me a call tells me to come over. Im rippin at about 40-50 kmh, when bam i hit sumtin n do a flip through the wind shield. Well after I pick my sore ass up I realize that this lil snow drift i was about to hit on the side of the street, was sum ass holes drive way lights that had bricks leading up to it, ass pissed as I was that my ski bent all the way back i started to pik up bricks n huck them at the guys driveway, lucky thing it was the persons summer home, so I went home got the truck n towed the beast outta there.

So me n my buddy tyler are up on Blue mountain sleddin, hes in front, he flys over sum deep powder, sending this insane rooster tail of snow into my face, by the time I realized wut has happend, Me and my sled are wrapped around this tree at the bottom of a 20 foot drop, seems there was a corner on the mountain just ahead I couldnt see.

So my cusin is up n my sled is in the shop, so he takes out my dads monster of a sled, '96 Polaris XLT touring 600cc. and im on the beater sled a 1989 yamhaa bravo 250cc. And where goin hes leadin then he gets this fukin boat of a sled stuck, well hell we sat there for hours tryin to get it on stuck, only succesfully getting it more stuck in the ground. Eventually we admitt defeat and decide to go get his truck seeing as the spot we got stuck was jus off a dirt road. So i go to start up the bravo when bam, the god damn rip chord litealy rips in half. so I'm walkin back home while he stays with the sleds. I finnaly after walkin for hours in full snowmobile gear get home. I drive his truck back. He hops in the truck, while i take a shovel to dig the sled out. But as he's backin up to bring the truck in the idiot leaves the truck door open, which is eventually ripped off by a snowbank. so now the driver door is in the back of the truck. Eventually we get the polaris out which is then used to drag the yamaha home

Tell me bad luck or what!!