Took a trip with 2 buddies and a friend of theirs up to Minocqua - their friend is the president of a bank. Upon arriving we begin pulling the sleds off the enclosed 4 place trailer onto a dry parking lot, the bank pres is watching us pull the sleds off by the front ramp and sees the first guy pull off and have to get off the sled to move the back end around so aimed in the right direction to give it some gas. I am the second guy to pull off the trailer, I also have to get off the sled tomove the back end around - as I swing by size 13 Trukk boot around the sled to get off - the bank pres wanted to help me move the sled - he got the size 13 right in the nose - busted his eyeglasses - cut his eyebrow with the glasses - bloody nose - black and blus nose and eye. At the time we were not laughing - thought his nose was broken - Funniest thing you would wnat tolook at after the 3rd day - dont think he went to work for two weeks as he didnt want to answer questions that would be asked!
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Stupid &/or Preventable Mistakes on a Sled
- Thread starter bruzzer86
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snow_rider
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Went to pick up my new 09 tnt and and the sales guy asked if I wanted lifted on the trailer or just ride it on. I said I could ride it on, and while he and the shop guys watched me ride it on the trailer, I gave it a little to much gas and ended up putting it up and over the trailer and hitting the back of my truck, talk about feeling stupid. I know take my time.
Yamaha ghost ride
Three weeks ago my buddy's Yamaha was not starting and after several people took turns pulling with no success and a group that was tired of waiting someone suggested a shot of ether into the carburetor.
It is a older sled and the easiest way to get to the ether to the carb was to remove a screw in the air box and squirt it in with the straw.
Well the straw from the can of either shot right into the air box, but the sled started and at that point a assessment was made to leave the straw in the air box. The reasoning was it was below -0 and it would have been a major ordeal to pull the air box just to get the straw. A comment was made that the motor may hiccup for a second and that will be the straw (ha ha) passing through the motor.
They left and rode awhile and had no issues or hiccups with the machine after that. Well a couple of hours later they were headed back to the hotel and call it a night when his oil light came on so he stopped at the end of a lake at the bottom of a launch ramp to check his oil situation out. He opened the hood and looked and he had plenty of oil. Scratching his head he goes to start his sled and on the first pull the machine just takes off up the launch ramp 50' right into a bunch of trees dead stops wide open against a tree and my buddy still standing at the bottom of the launch ramp with his mouth wide open shocked.
The straw got stuck in the carburetor and held it open. The next day he pulled the air box and retrieved the straw still stuck in the carb. The sled was mint until that happened now it's a ditch banger for sure.
Three weeks ago my buddy's Yamaha was not starting and after several people took turns pulling with no success and a group that was tired of waiting someone suggested a shot of ether into the carburetor.
It is a older sled and the easiest way to get to the ether to the carb was to remove a screw in the air box and squirt it in with the straw.
Well the straw from the can of either shot right into the air box, but the sled started and at that point a assessment was made to leave the straw in the air box. The reasoning was it was below -0 and it would have been a major ordeal to pull the air box just to get the straw. A comment was made that the motor may hiccup for a second and that will be the straw (ha ha) passing through the motor.
They left and rode awhile and had no issues or hiccups with the machine after that. Well a couple of hours later they were headed back to the hotel and call it a night when his oil light came on so he stopped at the end of a lake at the bottom of a launch ramp to check his oil situation out. He opened the hood and looked and he had plenty of oil. Scratching his head he goes to start his sled and on the first pull the machine just takes off up the launch ramp 50' right into a bunch of trees dead stops wide open against a tree and my buddy still standing at the bottom of the launch ramp with his mouth wide open shocked.
The straw got stuck in the carburetor and held it open. The next day he pulled the air box and retrieved the straw still stuck in the carb. The sled was mint until that happened now it's a ditch banger for sure.
yikes
Met a guy in the up from Minneapolis area, offered to guide us to the hot spots. Takes us on the Ontanogan river, tells us it is totally safe, "I would take my three year old daughter on this ice", so three minutes into the ride, he heels his new 08 146 summit into a carve, hooks the slush and rolls at 50 mph. Now, we have known this guy for maybe 45 minutes. he hitchikes to his place in white pine, gets his wifes summit and keeps riding. He then takes us down a huge hill into no mans land, and jump creeks for an hour. I drop my renegade throught the slushy ice to the bumpers. Break through the ice twice soaking my right leg to the thigh.We get it out in an hour, and try and ride straight up this huge frickin tree lined hill to get out. An hour of stucks later we are on the trail and soon to be home to dry out.
Same guy, next season, takes us outside of white pine for 4 minutes and hits a rock and rolls the sled and tanks his shoulder. No e start, then breaks the recoil on the second pull. I show him how to jump the solenoid and he rides the day with bent bars and a hot wired starter.
Great guy and good friend, but may be a little too much to ride with! rumor has it he is still breaking stuff...
Met a guy in the up from Minneapolis area, offered to guide us to the hot spots. Takes us on the Ontanogan river, tells us it is totally safe, "I would take my three year old daughter on this ice", so three minutes into the ride, he heels his new 08 146 summit into a carve, hooks the slush and rolls at 50 mph. Now, we have known this guy for maybe 45 minutes. he hitchikes to his place in white pine, gets his wifes summit and keeps riding. He then takes us down a huge hill into no mans land, and jump creeks for an hour. I drop my renegade throught the slushy ice to the bumpers. Break through the ice twice soaking my right leg to the thigh.We get it out in an hour, and try and ride straight up this huge frickin tree lined hill to get out. An hour of stucks later we are on the trail and soon to be home to dry out.
Same guy, next season, takes us outside of white pine for 4 minutes and hits a rock and rolls the sled and tanks his shoulder. No e start, then breaks the recoil on the second pull. I show him how to jump the solenoid and he rides the day with bent bars and a hot wired starter.
Great guy and good friend, but may be a little too much to ride with! rumor has it he is still breaking stuff...
jim_golding
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Back in the 1980's in college I used to buy used sleds in the spring to fix them up and sell them the next winter. Well one of my sleds was 1974 340 Northway. Early that winter I was doing a final tune up on the carb in my parents garage with the sled pointing out. The back of the sled was propped up on a 2X4. I unhooked one of the return springs on the carb as the pull seemed too hard. I start the sled, I give it some gas, the throttle sticks half open, the sled falls off of the 2X4, goes shooting out of the garage, sideswipes my sisters new Dodge Horizon, and slams into the front of my Dad's van. I stood there in total disblief of what just happened. There was no damage to the van but my sisters new car had a nice long gouge down both doors. I go inside to tell my parents and sister what happened. They thought I was joking since I usually joke around a lot with them. After I convinced them I was telling the truth my sister starts to cry alittle. What a night, after a few beers that night we started to laugh about it and started to call the sled the "runaway Northway" I sold it that winter for $300 with a cracked fiberglass belly pan and a bent front bumper I pounded out. To this day we still laugh about the runaway northway.