To be fair, snowmobiles don't howl nearly as obnoxiously now as they did twenty years ago, when you had two-stroke triples with expansion chamber exhausts splitting the heavens.
The snowmobile trail shares the Kinch Sideroad with my hiking trail. There's nothing like a hike in the pristine woods, breathing in that fresh forest air, and then eight snowmobiles go by, polluting ears and lungs simultaneously. It's a real buzz kill.
At the same time, I get the attraction. It's got a motor and goes fast. What's not to like?
I remember back in the first snowmobile wave, before there was such a thing as a trail network, taking an Arctic Cat from Guelph to Fergus, through fields and on back-roads. It was a fun adventure, and I can see where folks can get seriously caught up in it.
The real serious ones are into 300 hp mountain sleds now.
You read about them every avalanche season
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