HA...my days as the butt of snowmobile wrecking stories is OVER! Wooohooo...my hubby has taken my place. We went snowmobiling Saturday (second weekend in a row) and boy was it a blast. We were cruising along when my hubby decided to take his machine up this hill; only the powdery snow gave out and he came down and caught a tree. It was a thing of beauty. One moment he was standing on his machine, the next, he flipped head over heels (more like heels over head actually) and landed on his butt in the soft snow. He quickly jumped up and raised his fists in the air so we knew he was fine. He had me worried for a few seconds.
He said he should have stayed down and had me come find him. I told him if he had scared me, he would have been hurting and not because of the accident. I would've had his hide. We think his hand went through the windshield as it was smashed a bit and his hand hurt a tiny bit. He tore his machine up a bit and had to baby it back to the trailer. He stopped a few times to bend the ski back out...it wanted to fold under.
It could have been a lot worse. If he had been sitting, he porbably woul d have hit his knees and legs on the handles and possibly his body would have gone into the windshield. Thankfully, he had a clean somersault and was spared injuries...well...other than his ego.
My husband, the new butt of the snowmobiling jokes. Thanks honey.
Now to get his machine up and running so we can head out again.
Side note: I'm pretty proud of myself for overcoming a lot of fear (heights, sliding off a mountain, etc.) and pushing myself to get better. I'm a lot tougher this year than years previous. Still need to build up my muscles.
Gonna be one tough mamma this year.