Snowmobile (Part 2)

As I drove into mom's driveway yesterday, I noticed something was different (and no, I'm not talking about the chicken coop sitting on a trailer along with a hot tub turned on its side).  I noticed there was fresh fallen snow everywhere and the yard was untouched.  This is probably the first time that I have ever driven into dad and mom's yard after a snow fall and not seen snow mobile tracks.  It made me really miss dad.

I know we already had a snow mobile post, but dad loved snow mobiling so much that I am sure there must be more snow mobiling memories, good and bad.

I remember when we were younger, each winter a group of about 12 snowmobiles would show up at our house.  Dad would put his snow gear on and head out.  Him and the guys (I don't know who all came) would head out and snowmobile late into the night.

I remember riding with dad to grandpa and grandma Kraker's house and going inside to get warmed up and eat Doritos and Cheese Balls.  We would fly down the gravel road so fast (at least I thought it was fast at the time)!

I remember dad was always tinkering on or fixing a snow mobile.  I think he did more of that, the older us kids got.  We seemed to always be breaking something on them.  I can remember one time that Bryan and I went snowmobiling.  We were flying up and down the ditches out near 146th.  Bryan was following my tracks.  Apparently, I narrowly missed hitting a culvert.  Bryan wasn't so lucky.  He bent the front ski up and did some other damage.  We limped the sled home, having to stop every so often to put the spark plugs back on.  When we got home, dad was not there.  Bryan, thoughtful as he is, parked the sled right in the front yard in perfect view for dad to see as he drove in the driveway.  Bry and I went inside and waited for dad to come home, peeking out the kitchen window to see the expression on dad's face.  I don't remember what dad ever said to Bryan about it, but I do remember the expression on his face as he did a double take at the sled when he drove in the driveway was priceless!!  Poor Bryan....and dad, since he would be the one fixing it....again.

I know there must be more memories.....so please post them!  They make me smile :-)    Even the bad ones.