|Doesn't he look sweet.|
Owen's other Grandpa races snowmobiles so naturally he had to get his grandson one.
He made the long trip down here to deliver it last weekend.
|Dad trying to show him the ropes.|
|Owen and his other Grandpa.|
Yes he really loves his Grandpa and enjoys every visit.
It is too bad that he lives over 300 miles away.
I am sure they both enjoy more playtime together.
|Haming it up for the camera.|
Needless to say we were both lucky to be alive and without any broken bones. As we limped home about a mile away, he told me we were going in excess of 100 mph before I warned him about the ice and he tried real hard to slow us down. My extra weight was something he didn't take into consideration when he hit the throttle, and it was all he could do to keep us from flipping. With me holding on to him and pulling him backwards he couldn't release the throttle, and he didn't think we slowed down all that much until the rock pile. He and his dad later retrieved the snowmobile and he went on many more years of racing.
I on the other hand, while not afraid of them, choose not to participate in the sport of snowmobiling. Many years of working outside in the winter has left me with a better way to spend my leisure time, INSIDE where it is warm.
My wife has mentioned a few times over the years that it would be nice to have one, especially when we would get snowed in for long periods. But somehow we have never gotten one.