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My grampa used to have a hundred acres in the country with a warming shack on it where we would all get together and go snowmobiling. Those things can climb hills you wouldn't think they would be able to and go so freaking fast. Those were good times

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I own a half dozen sleds. I just never sell the older ones. I always figure someone will stop over and we'll go riding, but it's usually just my son and his buddy that ride the trails with me.

I look forward to taking Biff shopping on a snowmobile. Our grocery store has a 'snowmobile shopping only' section.

It's technically not legal, but they don't care. We take our snowmobiles right through the village. You're really only allowed on the road for 250 feet before you have to get back on the trail - with some exceptions. The village is not an exception, but you'll see as many snowmobiles as you will cars during some weekends.

We also have a 'sno-deo' - which is basically a snow-rodeo, which includes snowmobiles. They get a game warden out there with a radar gun and you have various classes that try to hit their top speed. My 2017 Polaris Indy 800 hit a top speed of 128 mph. It wasn't the fastest in the village. That goes to the crazy fuckers that do things like add a turbo or two to their snowmobiles.

If that doesn't make you say, "What the fuck are you weirdos doing in Maine?"

We have a logging festival in the summer. For that, people will take a snowmobile engine and turn it into a chainsaw.

Think that through... I'll wait... You think that through...

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Up north is like that, people take snowmobiles everywhere. Thing is, there are cops on snowmobiles there too

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Yeah, we have snowmobile game wardens. The cops don't bother with it. It's a small community. They know where you live.

In the middle of a blizzard, I've driven a snowmobile all the way to downtown Farmington. There were several inches of snow on the ground and I came across a cop...

So, I did what any jackass would do (they won't recognize my sled or be able to get the registration numbers off it at night)...

I drove up beside 'em, at like 35 mph, and knocked on their driver's side window.

They threw the blues on so I slowed down. They slowed down. So, I picked up speed. They spun around and almost spun out but got their speed back up.

They pulled up beside me, so I knocked on their window again.

This went on for a couple of instances. Finally, I knocked one more time and gave them the finger - before tearing off back towards home.

Amusingly, they had someone 'of interest' in Farmington. I have no idea who they thought I was, but it wasn't me.