Cause of death...

I swear. I will die at the hands/blades of a snowmobile.
I don't know when, I don't know where. But it will happen.

Most of my life these days is spent dodging these whizzy bastards. Or holding onto dear life atop one. Don't get me wrong, I love the random rides I get aboard co-worker's snow machine... he's got a BIG one, easily can seat 3 people, and it has these neat little handle thingies so that I feel a liiitle safer*. But they are terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.


Note, what you can't see in this cartoon, is my pathetic bundled-up self, cowering with my head ducked between my knees, on the other side of that hill.

* Note, in hindsight, I think I was sitting in a kid's booster seat. Oops. I don't care. The handles are so worth it.