Conditions: Dark and windy, shallowish pow with lots of good drifting!
Distance 7.2 miles.
So...yesterday I prettymuch passed out after eating a lot of food. It was friggan delicious, and there was much family time to be had. Right around 7pm, I started becoming conscious again after watching a couple hours of really crappy television.
Then word came that "hey, the neighbors have their snowmobile out!" That phrase kinda kicked my food hangover to the curb. It was time to Braap! This meant finding some snowgear, and learning how to get the mighty little braaper off the dollies. The snowgear was easy enough. The dollies proved to be kindof a comedy scene. Even after shoveling off the cement in front of the garage, there were some icy spots. These kept pushing the dollies out from under the sled. The carbides might have scraped on the cement a little. Oops.
I eventually got it all worked out. By the time I got things ready to roll, my shoulders were hurting me bad enough that actually I had to sit down for a couple minutes. They have an almighty case of FUBAR/worn out/arthritis that has been getting progressively worse over the past 3 or so months.
Finally, I had sat for a couple minutes, and got the word that "it's not safe to go riding when it's dark out!" and that I should "just wait until tomorrow so you don't get hurt out there." These good intention words just fueled my desire to tear up some snowdrifts even more. I threw on my street helmet, and fired things up. It only took about eight laps around the yard to realize that particular helmet was a pile of junk. It did nothing but fog the shield.
I did a quick exchange to an openface and goggles, then things were good to go. The field had some good looking drifts and snowcover, so I tried my hand at a little carving. It took little to no effort to get things up on the brake side. After a couple small rocking tries, I gave it a little more go. I got launched off the side, and discovered the snowcover in that plowed field was not so great after all. I took a pretty big frozen dirt chunk to the kidney.
I figured that I probably wouldn't try carving in the field again. Those frozen clods of dirt really smart. After learning about frozen dirt clods, I moved on to checking out the raised driveway. There were some good Wolfie-sized pow overhangs, so I demolished them in quick order. That was really fun.
There was good drifting in the yard, so I was even getting a little snow coming up over the hood when tracking straight. After quite a bit of raging, I ventured a little farther down through a couple fields. I ventured the ditches a little, but they were so full of fresh soft snow, that I could only make it a couple yards at full throttle before things began sinking in a hurry.
I learned how important swaybars are. Things got really really hairy at about 25-40 through the field. By really hairy, I mean that I got launched off the low side quite a few times. It didn't care if I was sitting, or semi-standing. That hurt a lot, so I figured I would stop going that fast until I get things fixed there.
The other thing I realized was that I really should invest in some footwell gripper stuff, even if it's just on the edges. I learned to not count on my feet staying where I wanted them, especially while trying to wheelie over the driveway, or during my small attempts at carving.
My braaper ran well, pulled hard, and in general seems to be a very solid little machine.