It started out as a great day. Lightly snowing, with the promise of a blue skyed afternoon. Things were fookin' perfect, I was loving it and my sledneck pals were groovin' right along! We were about 30 miles into a 60+ mile day when "it" happened. Crazy Pauley's throttle somehow got stuck it the open position and the riderless sled shot across the meadow at 90 miles per hour hitting a grove of trees and bursting into flames. The sled burned to the ground and the grove of trees burned down with it! A very spectacular sight. The only bummer was my camera battery was dead and I only got one shot of the carnage!

Oh yeah, the name of the area we were at is called Devils Armpit! Go figure.

Good no one got burned,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to bad about the tree,,,,,,and the sled, well,,how ya gonna get whats left out of there,,,

Damn! Impressive! After the shock did you laugh your asses off?

After a few shots of Jager the whole thing was very laughable. The sled is burned to the ground in a very remote area, prolly gonna need a helicopter to get it out. Maybe just leave it there and let mama-nature take care of it.

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