Are you familar with the big hill in Houghton? You know, the one everybody challenges theirselves to climb?

Yeah...THAT one.

Well, that's the one that Paul rolled his poor Arctic Cat down.

Most of the ribbing Paul gets is not his fault whatsoever...Its Jay's fault. When Jimmy and Bobby first heard of Jay's brother in law Paul, he was billed as the world's greatest snowmobiler. "You should see him...he does stuff on a sled that is amazing... He's the fastest... He's the greatest... Jimmy & Bobby--you better take note--he'll give you a schooling..."

Let us further-explain a different "hill story" in the words of our leader, Jimmy:

Paul is "Mr. Arctic Cat" AND Jay's hero. It seems before we met Paul, Jay first talked about Paul in terms of awe at what a great snowmobiler he was. So when he took his first trip with us, we expected greatness. Now Paul loved his "Cats", and he and his son came up with two: one was a 2-up with reverse and other was a hot dog 600. Well down the U.P. trails we went, and being a bunch of Cheeseheads, we like to tip a few and so we stopped at the Mosquito Bar.

Everyone, except for Jay's hero, parked in the lot, but HE parked on the snow mounds created by plowing the lot. Ace-snowmobilers always deviate from the norm to capture the maximum amount of attention--and besides--Paul needed to meet Jay's expectations of his skill and saavy.

Just as important as displaying superior parking skills, the smooth exit is key. After the relaxing pit stop at the bar, everybody got dressed and headed for their sleds to continue trail riding. The group was sheepishly sitting on their sleds, letting them warm up--almost envious that they weren't cleaver enough to park on the mound like Paul...

Paul came out of the bar with a confident stride--helmet under-arm, smile on the face--knowing all well that his son and Jay were watching--as well as the entire group.

Paul fired the mighty 2-up Arctic Cat up with no hesitation and confidently threw it in reverse. Now everyone knows that reverse in deep snow will bury the skis--is it possible that Paul forgot this? Let's put it this way--he not only got it stuck--but he hammered on revving the engine until he was SO stuck, it took 4 of the guys to get him out.

One other side-note: The other thing Paul likes is additives. As every professional rider knows, a snowmobile can't run right unless it has at least 50% additives. Paul stands firm that this has nothing to do with the 600 suddenly slowing down to a stop... The story is, several hundred dollars or more later, the burnt piston was replaced.

Never worry folks: "In Jay's Mind", Paul's still the best.

 

 

 

 

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