That's right. The snowmobile season has come to an end. I took a 70 mile ride last night and the conditions were absolutely terrible. Considering that they were still very good on Monday night, this surprised me. Slush, rocks, dirt, snirt, blah blah blah. I didn't enjoy the ride. I can't really explain why, but while riding in these conditions, it brought about a feeling of anxiety & perhaps a bit of depression. Not unlike the feeling you had when you were 15 years old and finally realized that your favorite blankie, which was full of holes, dirty, and smelled bad, had perhaps finally outlived it's usefulness and was ready to be retired. And so it was as I made my way back last night. Snowmobiling in 50+ degree temps with dirt and rocks all around just isn't fun. But, it was a good thing that I went anyway. For the last week after getting my new sled, I've been absolutely insanely obcessed with riding. By taking this ride in such lousy conditions, it allowed me to close the door on that obcession and now I can confidently say that I'm looking forward to spring.
Time to play with cars again.
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