Post by ericr on Nov 28, 2021 15:05:51 GMT
Good day my Ski Doo friends-
Thanksgiving holiday in the US found me as usual at my inlaw's place where a trio of my yellow things are kept.
I always start them up when I'm there just to keep things moving and inhale some essence of 40:1
I decided to take the '68 bucket 'o parts special (370 opposed chassis, '67 247 mill) for a spin on the grass in the yard.
As I am about 19 years old in my brain that is inside my 54 year old body, I decide while passing the big window in the dining room where I know my wife was sitting that I would do some X games move... I stand on the right running board with one leg, hold the left leg in the air and wave with the left arm.
As I was traveling a blistering 11 mph or what ever on the slight slope I kind of lost my balance and when I came down on the left running board the whole world went that way and I found myself slammed in to the damp clay on my left side.
I immediately popped up and noted my left forearm bleeding the the Oly still poppin' away while on it's left side as the fuel pickup hadn't gone dry yet. I righted the machine and rode back to the house.
NOBODY WAS LOOKING! Dang... just can't impress those ladies anymore.
I'm still a bit sore on the left, sure I didn't break anything but I know I bruised up some ribcage.
Well that's all I have for now folks, as I always say keep the track side down and those bogies greased.
Thanksgiving holiday in the US found me as usual at my inlaw's place where a trio of my yellow things are kept.
I always start them up when I'm there just to keep things moving and inhale some essence of 40:1
I decided to take the '68 bucket 'o parts special (370 opposed chassis, '67 247 mill) for a spin on the grass in the yard.
As I am about 19 years old in my brain that is inside my 54 year old body, I decide while passing the big window in the dining room where I know my wife was sitting that I would do some X games move... I stand on the right running board with one leg, hold the left leg in the air and wave with the left arm.
As I was traveling a blistering 11 mph or what ever on the slight slope I kind of lost my balance and when I came down on the left running board the whole world went that way and I found myself slammed in to the damp clay on my left side.
I immediately popped up and noted my left forearm bleeding the the Oly still poppin' away while on it's left side as the fuel pickup hadn't gone dry yet. I righted the machine and rode back to the house.
NOBODY WAS LOOKING! Dang... just can't impress those ladies anymore.
I'm still a bit sore on the left, sure I didn't break anything but I know I bruised up some ribcage.
Well that's all I have for now folks, as I always say keep the track side down and those bogies greased.
. Let me guess? Was this an instance where the new story might include the phrase "Alcohol may have been a factor"? 
