My truck could be recovered just a couple of kilometres from here on a back road. I dont blame the guys for ditching it – I would not want to drive that sketchy-ass truck back to Vancouver and get pulled over for swirfing or even worse – breaking down in a stolen vehicle. The Green Beast was back! That was good news number one.
Just a day later, while I was drinking away my sled-less sorrows in Vegas, trying to come up with what to say to my sponsors, I received another phone call from the police – they believed to have recovered my sled in North Vancouver. Pretty retarded to be stealing something in Whistler and then selling it only 150km far away – but great for me! I described all the modifications (there are only TWO modifications, actually) and it seemed like a fit…
The story of HOW exactly my sled re-surfaced is actually pretty wild and very complex. It would go beyond the scope of this blog to report all incidents leading to the arrests and the recovery of the Kitty Cat – but the most important thing is that she is back home with me – now fully chained and locked and insured
It´s almost like getting a free sled – you thought it was gone and then its back. I have been appreciating it so much to be snowmobiling through the powder, in the endless BC valleys, up on glaciers, highmarking, doing donuts, pow turns, being out in the backcountry…. LIFE IS GOOD