My husband restores old vehicles and is not above "trading" for parts. One of the neighbors needed some work done on his truck and asked if he would take a snowmobile for the work. The snowmobile needed some motor work done on it, not a lot to make it operable so he accepted it for payment.
One hot day in July, I was busy doing housework and I heard this awful sound. I just knew he was trying to get some kind of motor to run. The next noise I heard sounded like someone close by was target shooting. Since I live in the country, it's not unusual so I didn't pay much attention.
After a short time, I heard a loud motor like a chain saw, popping and cracking and backfiring all at once. It sounded like it was moving around to the front of the house. I hurried to the front door in time to see my husband flying across the front yard, on a Snowmobile, bouncing on the uneven clumps of grass. Can you picture this? Life is not dull in the country.
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