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I came back from our annual trip a few day's early this year. We had a very bad trip and none of it was because of the amount of snow. The first day we went out my uncle hit a tree stump and trashed the left side of his front suspension and trailing arm. Then I was riding it back to camp on one ski and the bad side dipped down a little and hit another stump. After getting my uncle on a spare sled we took off and played for a bit. About two hours later my clutch side VES valve broke off and fell into the motor. After hoping for the best at the repair shop I'll need a new cylinder, piston/rings and VES at the very least. The other guys kept on going after I picked up my sled and later another guy's motor blew a piston in it also. After settling down at the cabin that night I get a text from my wife to have my uncle call his wife. We find out that one of our friends that has snowmobiled in the past with us just passed away from a massive heart attack that morning. He was only 45.
If that's not enough the next day we start out and another guy blows a piston and has to go get his spare sled. After getting his spare we ride all day and at the end of the ride the same guy who just got his spare earlier in the day takes a corner (probably to fast) and his ski gets in a rut and rolls the sled. He was thrown from the sled and ended up with 4 broken ribs and a broken collerbone. My uncle and I take off the next morning while some others stay for one more day of riding, as luck would have it, one of the guys chaincase breaks and they have to drive 80 miles round trip by truck to pick it up. For the weekend we had 7 guys and 9 sleds and 5 broken sleds by the end of the trip. It will be a trip that I would soon like to forget.
RIP Mark McKay you are in a better place now.
If that's not enough the next day we start out and another guy blows a piston and has to go get his spare sled. After getting his spare we ride all day and at the end of the ride the same guy who just got his spare earlier in the day takes a corner (probably to fast) and his ski gets in a rut and rolls the sled. He was thrown from the sled and ended up with 4 broken ribs and a broken collerbone. My uncle and I take off the next morning while some others stay for one more day of riding, as luck would have it, one of the guys chaincase breaks and they have to drive 80 miles round trip by truck to pick it up. For the weekend we had 7 guys and 9 sleds and 5 broken sleds by the end of the trip. It will be a trip that I would soon like to forget.
RIP Mark McKay you are in a better place now.