Was going down the trail and hit an open field with rolling hills. The hills at the beggining were really little (could see over the top of them while on the trail) but then there was a much bigger hill. We slowed down (cuz we didn't know if there was a turn or people coming), and went slowely up it. and saw that it dropped back down.
My friend turns around and goes (im guessing maybe 40-50) over the jump. Im like, wow you pussy. And I gunned it, around 80-85 mph, hit the jump. The last thing I thought of before I hit the hill was that hopefully my friend was out of the way. So I hit the jump, and since it was night, (happened 2 hours ago) I couldn't see the ground. While I was in the air, the front end of the snowmobile started going up until my sled was almost completely vertical, and I landed with my snowmobile almost straight up and down. Then, the front end came down which nose dug into the snow, and my whole body was laying across the windshield (I was suprised it didn't break, it was bent completely flat) and my face was at the front of the sled. Then I was thrown off the snowmobile, into the snow, and the snowmobile began rolling, and I was scared it was going to roll right on me.
I laid there for a couple secondes thinking how f'd I am that I wrecked like a 5 grand sled (Arctic cat ZR500, yr2000, btw) and what the hell I was going to tell my dad after I totaled the sled. I get up, (right leg a little scraped up) and run over to the sled which is sitting up right. I must have hit the emergency stop switch when I hit the handle bars, so I pull that out, and after a few pulls, it starts right up. My friend then comes back around to see what happened, and I am looking to see how totaled my sled is. To my suprise, there is only a probably 2-3 inch crack on the front hood, and the plastic bar on the back (to lift the snowmobile up, or tie sleds behind and such) was a little loose, but not broken off. My dad will not even notice these at all, cuz he doesn't ride it, and everything else on the snowmobile was perfectly fine. Only other thing that happened to me was that my pants ripped pretty good, but they were old anyway.
So, I finished the drive home, and was scared as hell to go fast or over any sort of hill.
Did learn my lesson tho, don't do jumps at night.
BTW we saw where we landed, and I landed probably 30 feet farther than my friend did.
My friend turns around and goes (im guessing maybe 40-50) over the jump. Im like, wow you pussy. And I gunned it, around 80-85 mph, hit the jump. The last thing I thought of before I hit the hill was that hopefully my friend was out of the way. So I hit the jump, and since it was night, (happened 2 hours ago) I couldn't see the ground. While I was in the air, the front end of the snowmobile started going up until my sled was almost completely vertical, and I landed with my snowmobile almost straight up and down. Then, the front end came down which nose dug into the snow, and my whole body was laying across the windshield (I was suprised it didn't break, it was bent completely flat) and my face was at the front of the sled. Then I was thrown off the snowmobile, into the snow, and the snowmobile began rolling, and I was scared it was going to roll right on me.
I laid there for a couple secondes thinking how f'd I am that I wrecked like a 5 grand sled (Arctic cat ZR500, yr2000, btw) and what the hell I was going to tell my dad after I totaled the sled. I get up, (right leg a little scraped up) and run over to the sled which is sitting up right. I must have hit the emergency stop switch when I hit the handle bars, so I pull that out, and after a few pulls, it starts right up. My friend then comes back around to see what happened, and I am looking to see how totaled my sled is. To my suprise, there is only a probably 2-3 inch crack on the front hood, and the plastic bar on the back (to lift the snowmobile up, or tie sleds behind and such) was a little loose, but not broken off. My dad will not even notice these at all, cuz he doesn't ride it, and everything else on the snowmobile was perfectly fine. Only other thing that happened to me was that my pants ripped pretty good, but they were old anyway.
So, I finished the drive home, and was scared as hell to go fast or over any sort of hill.
Did learn my lesson tho, don't do jumps at night.
BTW we saw where we landed, and I landed probably 30 feet farther than my friend did.
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