“You watch him be become a God...and watch peoples head’s a roll...” Megadeth has proven to be the jam of choice on the trip to the cabin. Countdown to Extinction...hell yeah!
I was in the lead cruising down the wide path towards the truck. Bryan was thirty feet behind me keeping up with my forty mile-per-hour pace. The trail was as wide as a road and Bryan was off-set to my left. Together like riding Sturgis we were the kings of the trail. Do they make Ape-hanger handle bars for snowmachines?
We had been at the cabin all weekend tidying up, doing chores, and performing general prep work for Iditarod weekend. The wife had called while we were out there. “ What are you guys doing out there?”
“ You know, we are tidying up, doing chores and performing general prep work for Iditarod weekend.” I explained. Apparently she didn’t realize; there’s a lot to do! Between the tidying up and everything else, we barely had time for the beer drinking. Alas, being as talented and cagey as we are we did manage to take care of that part too.
I digress. There we were making good time toward the truck when low and behold, I spied what at first I thought was a leaf blowing across the trail. Quickly I realized that no, it was not a leaf but rather a mouse no larger than a thimble scrambling across the trail for all he was worth.
I quickly pointed at the wayward rodent to my trail mate. By the time I could look back again Bryan had goosed his throttle and was pumping his fist in a gesture of triumphant glory.
“Hey did you see that mouse back there?” I asked once we had loaded the sleds onto the trailer and settled into the cab of the truck.
“ Yeah, that little guy is either dead or had the ride of his life!”
I was in the lead cruising down the wide path towards the truck. Bryan was thirty feet behind me keeping up with my forty mile-per-hour pace. The trail was as wide as a road and Bryan was off-set to my left. Together like riding Sturgis we were the kings of the trail. Do they make Ape-hanger handle bars for snowmachines?
We had been at the cabin all weekend tidying up, doing chores, and performing general prep work for Iditarod weekend. The wife had called while we were out there. “ What are you guys doing out there?”
“ You know, we are tidying up, doing chores and performing general prep work for Iditarod weekend.” I explained. Apparently she didn’t realize; there’s a lot to do! Between the tidying up and everything else, we barely had time for the beer drinking. Alas, being as talented and cagey as we are we did manage to take care of that part too.
I digress. There we were making good time toward the truck when low and behold, I spied what at first I thought was a leaf blowing across the trail. Quickly I realized that no, it was not a leaf but rather a mouse no larger than a thimble scrambling across the trail for all he was worth.
I quickly pointed at the wayward rodent to my trail mate. By the time I could look back again Bryan had goosed his throttle and was pumping his fist in a gesture of triumphant glory.
“Hey did you see that mouse back there?” I asked once we had loaded the sleds onto the trailer and settled into the cab of the truck.
“ Yeah, that little guy is either dead or had the ride of his life!”
