My hubby bought a snowmobile early last summer. The motor was blown up. I remember looking at it thinking that it will never get fixed. It sat and sat, never got touched until a month ago. We worked together to find a mechanic who would do the work for us. This man was great, he was knowagable, and seemed trustworthy. We could not have been happier with this gentleman! My hubby and I picked up our new snowmobile last night, and went for the maiden voyage. What a joy to see the dimples on my honeys cheeks, he smiled and laughed like a kid. It was my 2nd time ever on one of these snow machines, and I will definately put this out there as a great memory. We started out slow, made our way across the field, and found some snow drifts, he bumped us along the fence line, trying to jump the machine. I was in heaven!When we went home, he took each kid for a ride, and all came back excited as us. Our 7 year old girl was definately the thrill seeker, begging to go for a second ride. I was coaxed into bringing her out. We blazed the perimeter of the field at a whopping 20 miles an hour, but it sure felt faster! When we got back, my Evil Knievel husband took me out for one last ride, went went off a hill that sent us into the air! I screamed and he laughed, turned and looked at me and laughed some more. "O.K, maybe we won't do that jump again", he said sheepishly, still grinning at me. I laughed, and off we went into the night.
I think I'm in love.
I think I'm in love.