In the summer it's the anticipation...just seeing the sled under the cover makes me wanna go. In the fall I love taking the cover off, cleaning 'er up and sitting on it and amagining runnin down the trail. When winter starts I love loading the trailer, breaking out the suit and helmet and smelling the two stroke on em. I love planning the trip itself. The ride up is fun talking trash in the truck with friends about who has the faster sled and/or who is the better rider. I love pulling up to the cabin, getting out of the truck and hearing sleds off in the distance. I love the feeling of "hurry up and get um unloaded and gettin down the trail" . I love the hospitality of the people up north and all of the great places to eat and havin a beer afterwards. I love sitting in front of the fireplace after a long days ride and sleeping like a log just to get up and do it all over again the next day.
All that.
Smelling the 2-stroke exhaust
hmmm 2 stroke exhaust.
Plus I love that when you ride, you don't have time to think about anything outside of sledding. Other than oh s**t I'm going to fast for the next corner, putting thoughts of work, bills, repairs, and what ever other problems you have to the side for a few hours ride. It's almost blissful to be out on a trail.