watch where they're driving
The gas station here in Avonlea is not really on the edge of town - it's a block or two "in" (when I say that - I'm almost talking about the center of town...)
Bennet and I like to cruise around for walks - I pull, he sits in his toboggan and tries not to tip. It really is a tippy thing. No blood yet - some bumps - more laughs than tears... really.
The tippiness being compounded by the fact we have to nearly hit the ditch some days - the sound hits us first,
a chainsaw? no.
Remote control airplane? no, too loud.
Ski-doo's - flying down the sidewalks - 10 at a time soaring right by us.
Now I've driven ski-doo's all my life (well, actually a Yamaha Enticer for the majority of my living years) - but the sound of these sleds really unnerves me. Driving down the sidewalks and the streets. When we moved here nobody told me abou the ski-doo gangs that like to make everyone really nervous and the little ones cry.
Bennet - having never heard many things louder than his own voice gets something of a quivery lip - and although his little toboggan is tippy - I think he tries to bail out - head for cover...
As I see it there are only two options:
1) stay indoors and hide from the menace that is two skiis, a track - and too much horsepower...
2) or get a ski-doo that is bigger than all of theirs.
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