Good that shes done, but her replacement will probably be just as bad.
Now, a quick storytime with CMD:
I like to go fast. I like accelerating from a stop or from slow speeds, so hard and so quickly...to such a degree that would scare most other people. Being a connoisseur of that sort of thing has taken me to some interesting places in my time on this mudball. This story is about what I saw on the journey to one of those places.
In 1997, I put money down on a ski-doo formule III 600 snowmobile for the 98 model years sled. I already had a 96 model year sled, and with mods it was quick and fast, but the new model was built on a completely new chassis. I took delivery of it and rode it 407 miles as soon as there was sufficient snow. It was disappointing. It was clutched wrong and jetted way too fat, and while not slow, it was a slug compared to my 96. So I started making phone calls and finally decided to take it to a fella named brad hulings - rotax guru, snowmobiling hall of famer, and then owner of HRP motorsports in michigan, for clutching, jetting, and increased internal engine displacement by over 100 CCs. I wanted the thing to fly.
The day came and myself and my then brother in law loaded my sled in the back of his pickup and began the trek from the twin cities area, to HRP which was, at the time, on the east side of lake michigan, just north of grand rapids.
It was a mostly uneventful trip, until we had to stop for fuel right off the freeway in south chicago. It was a bad neighborhood. I took comfort that just kitty corner from the gas station, was a police station...Untill I took a close look at that police station. It had bars on all the windows. Not the kind that keep people in, the kind that keep people out.
I decided right then and there that I never wanted to see chicago again, and we avoided it when we drove back, months later, to pick the sled up when it was finished. From everything I have heard and read, it has steadily grown worse in the 25ish years since then.
