I never really told of my first time meeting the Great One..........
it was a gorgeous April spring day in 2011 deep in the Renshaw when my XP's primary broke the spring cup, leaving the bushing free floating on the fixed half shaft. by the time we got back to the truck from blackwater the metal shavings had pretty much destroyed all moving parts, and the primary needed a complete rebuild. I had everything I needed for the job....except loctite. where could I find loctite at 10pm on a saturday night in Valemount? so I prayed to the God of Snow and Mud and my prayers were answered in the form of a text message from Him. my palms were immediately sweating as soon as I saw the local number on the display....when I opened the message you can imagine my elation when it was indeed from the great Maxwell! He and Moses (T-Team) were into the wine and were hanging out at his hacienda...."come on over..." was his message. I was nervous, yet excited....could this really be happening? am I about to meet The One that so many have talked about?? I gathered my courage and jumped in the truck, steadied my shaking hand long enough to get the keys into the ignition and start the engine, and headed over. when I arrived at the location he gave to me, I started to have a warm feeling....kind of like a hug from mom....I jumped out of the truck and noticed a soft glow eminating from a partially open door at the garage and immediately knew He was in there. my palms were again beginning to sweat, I felt short of breath and had to steady my steps....I opened the door and there He was, intently scouring his work bench....he muttered "where's that damn loctite..." and nodded hello. imagine my surprise, such an ordinary looking guy but his presence was strong....my genitals immediately recessed in His company, for I knew to act humble. His eyes were bloodshot and red, obviously from a long day of shredding on the mountain, he smiled and made polite conversation which further put me at ease. I was pretty relaxed until T-Team made his entrance....fawk that guy is yappy.
I never really told of my first time meeting the Great One..........
it was a gorgeous April spring day in 2011 deep in the Renshaw when my XP's primary broke the spring cup, leaving the bushing free floating on the fixed half shaft. by the time we got back to the truck from blackwater the metal shavings had pretty much destroyed all moving parts, and the primary needed a complete rebuild. I had everything I needed for the job....except loctite. where could I find loctite at 10pm on a saturday night in Valemount? so I prayed to the God of Snow and Mud and my prayers were answered in the form of a text message from Him. my palms were immediately sweating as soon as I saw the local number on the display....when I opened the message you can imagine my elation when it was indeed from the great Maxwell! He and Moses (T-Team) were into the wine and were hanging out at his hacienda...."come on over..." was his message. I was nervous, yet excited....could this really be happening? am I about to meet The One that so many have talked about?? I gathered my courage and jumped in the truck, steadied my shaking hand long enough to get the keys into the ignition and start the engine, and headed over. when I arrived at the location he gave to me, I started to have a warm feeling....kind of like a hug from mom....I jumped out of the truck and noticed a soft glow eminating from a partially open door at the garage and immediately knew He was in there. my palms were again beginning to sweat, I felt short of breath and had to steady my steps....I opened the door and there He was, intently scouring his work bench....he muttered "where's that damn loctite..." and nodded hello. imagine my surprise, such an ordinary looking guy but his presence was strong....my genitals immediately recessed in His company, for I knew to act humble. His eyes were bloodshot and red, obviously from a long day of shredding on the mountain, he smiled and made polite conversation which further put me at ease. I was pretty relaxed until T-Team made his entrance....fawk that guy is yappy.
whiskey?But really... WHO can make an entrance like me? I bet you will never forget it.
gonna have to get in on one of those benders you two icons start up.....I think it would be fun. I love fireworks....wut? lol. oooh ya never mind. Yes I fully remeber that. Someone pushed me in the door........thanks for the nickname... moses. Its only a matter of time before it is changed from big deal.
We actually dont condone the use of fireworks while intoxicated....................................................gonna have to get in on one of those benders you two icons start up.....I think it would be fun. I love fireworks....
it ain't near as fun getting hit with a flaming charge from a roman candle when you're sober....just sayin' (© Bogger 2009)We actually dont condone the use of fireworks while intoxicated....................................................
wut? lol. oooh ya never mind. Yes I fully remeber that. Someone pushed me in the door........thanks for the nickname... moses. Its only a matter of time before it is changed from big deal.
you could ride like me! thats whats to look forward to.GoPro snowmobile 2011 - YouTubehat said can't wait to try out my buddies pro and assault
I always picture the people who start these threads as being the worst snowmobilers in western canada and the type of people that would make you look down and walk the other way when you see them at a party or whatever.
Someone has been sniffing too much VES Gold and making vroom vroom sounds as they sit on their sled in the garage the past few months
yes i agree bring rings and pistons to some..... well everyone knows what i think about xp's so...................