There’s something uniquely exhilarating about snowmobiling. The excitement of speeding through snowy landscapes makes the freezing cold winter weather barely noticeable. All that matters is the powerful machine that roars beneath you and the wildly fierce rush of adrenaline within you.
When I was a kid, I craved this experience. A friend of mine had a small youth snowmobile, but at the time it seemed like a monster of a machine. We would take turns going on joy rides, exploring nearby trails and doing loops around his house. Eventually he would grow tired of riding and head in to warm up and watch movies, but I would refuse to quit. I felt as if I had found the source of ultimate thrills, so I would often continue to ride until it was time to go home.