Now they mock me like i’ll say can i go to a friend’s house. They might say find someone on the road how will be nice enough to take you. I learned my lesson don’t hitchhike it’s super dangerous and the fact people will mock you about it is cruel enough.

I’ve done some bad things in my life so far but this has to be one of the worst.
I was snowmobiling everything fine going fast having fun riding by myself going 45 to 55 on the straightaways. Almost hitting trees drifting on the unbeatable ice getting stuck pulling myself out of the powdered sugar snow. I was enjoying myself for once. So I crossed a road like I always do. So I went left around a field and was checking the new place out. Which is another field the others have also ridden on. So everything was fine so I was going fast around corners and almost tipping in the light powder of snow having my own fun.

Now I was going fast around a corner feeling the cool crisp air. At that moment the first thing I saw and said was
“Oh God, what’s about to happen!”
I was going fast maybe too fast, in a huge 2 foot rut with crap all over in it and I was struggling trying to get out. I was really panicking now it it really smelled like poop. Then I suddenly slowed down uncontrollably. I tried to go faster but I couldn’t. So naturally, I gassed it and then I truly stopped moving. I started to really panic now. I didn’t have a phone then because I wasn’t old enough so I couldn’t call my dad to help me. I thought it was the engine that broke, so it would cost a lot of money to fix.

‘You think since I like the snowmobile so much I would fix it. But nobody got time for that! (Plus I hate spending money too.)’
Then I layed down on the snowmobile thinking out the situation. The best idea I had was to walk about a mile in a huge snow coat a 3lb. helmet bulky snow pants on a busy road. Not my one of my best ideas. So I didn’t do it it sounded like a dumb idea and a lot of work. So I kept on thinking for about 10 minutes and figured why not go hitchhiking home. Now it’s like 3:30 everybody's coming home and this old rusted up car pulls up. Two girls stick there heads out the window and say

“You need a ride and if you do where.” I didn’t know what to do. There girls what could they do to me? I said
“ Why not my snowmobile broke and I don’t know what to do!!” They unlocked the car and I got in. Honest to God it was the messiest car i’ve ever seen. I don’t want to witness it again. There was pizza boxes dirty rags and clothes all over. It had this dump like smell I couldn’t stand.

After that they drove home we had decent conversation for about 3 minutes. Then it hit me harder than ever. My dad would be infuriated; he would take 20 minutes just to figure out how to punish me. So I was at the end of my neighbors house so they didn’t know where I lived.

He got out of the house and said this
“I didn’t hear the snowmobile go by. And where is the snowmobile?” I explained and I might have fibed a little saying that it broke and that I might have hitchhiked here. He stopped me there and he shook his head in frustration, but held it back for some reason. We got on the other snowmobile we had and got on the other one and went to the broke one. The ski was bent that’s why it didn’t move and I drove back in shame.

Now they mock me like i’ll say can i go to a friend’s house. They might say find someone on the road how will be nice enough to take you. I learned my lesson don’t hitchhike it’s super dangerous and the fact people will mock you about it is cruel enough.