True Snow riding story...
Back in 78 aboard my street legal 250cc Husqvarna my friends and I
were headed towards Running Springs on a dirt road in the San
Bernardino mountains... The higher we climbed the more patches of snow
to knife through... It was always a race to be the first to part the
virgin snow and cover your buddies in an icy spray... Taking the lead
I was topped out in 4th gear in a turn on the side of the mountain and
came upon a single white patch that looked to be all of 1 inch deep...
no problem, I thought, I'll just power slide through it at 60 mph and
spray my friends in tow... but the only trouble was the innocent
looking patch wasn't innocent... mercy it was actually 24 inches of
deep of powder... First snow shot off both sides of the front tire
with such a force that my feet came off the pegs... next a wall of
white enveloped the handle bars... and finally front end plowed in
with such a shuddering force that I became air borne without a visual
clue where to land... mayday mayday... as I cleared the wall of white
the sight wasn't pretty... it was an aerial view of the canyon
below... I had ejected me and my Trusty Husky clean off the side of
the mountain road... I had micro seconds to set up for the best
approach... I leveled the bike... stood on the pegs and cringed hoping
for no rocks... the crash proved to be uneventful as the mud cushioned
the landing to the point I was stuck... there I sat looking eye level
at the road surface I just departed... peering over my shoulder I
witnessed my buddies looking in all directions for my whereabouts...
they couldn't believe how I could have vanished right in before their
eyes... white out to wipe out that's how...