When CJ put his hand in the air I knew the race was on. As soon as his arm dropped we sped across a field as fast as we could. The next thing I knew I was lying on my back wondering what the heck just happened. Come to find out, the ski of my snowmobile hit a wheel of something that was buried in the snow. Luckily I hit the wheel with just one ski and not head on or I probably would have killed myself. (Well, not really, but I would have had a few bruises.) Putting his scout skills to the test, CJ tied the ski back on and we rode back to the cabin.
We loaded that sled into the trailer and got out the spare we brought. After riding for about three hours CJ offered to trade me so I could ride a more comfortable, faster snowmobile. I was perfectly content on our little Phazer, but we traded anyway. I headed off down the trail, but soon noticed we wasn't right behind me. I stopped to trade back (his goes way too fast for me). When he got to me he said that he had no idea how I had ridden for so long because there was no steering.
Eli & Sherri -- Lovin' it up!
Ryan & Jordan -- Takin' a Break
