So the kiddo has a rough cold right now and we decided to just do a small trip yesterday. I parked on Big Lake over where the guys practice on their race sleds (good show). One of the racers offered to take pics of my son on his first snowmachine trip. I told my son to just drive down to the end of the plowed area and back so he could take the pics. I was going to continue the lessons after the pictures. Well.......I must say that I haven't had the sht scared out of me that bad in a long time. the second I sat in his Otter sled......he took off like it was a moto cross race. He def. had the throttle pinned and let all 250 cc rip. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, waiving my hands, and the racer guy holding the camera was too. He couldnt hear us. he hit a snow bank and we both went airborne. He whipped the thing around in the powder and then hit another snowbank side ways and almost tipped the sled. I was fishtailing all over the place. He finally stopped when he wanted to. I forgot to take my Blood Pressure Med. so my heart was pounding out through my chest. The racer guy got a good laugh out of that. We continued the day with some snow machine lessons and he learned the lessons very quickly. I asked him later on why he did that and he just replyed "I just thought......go real real fast....as fast as the "snowmobile" can go". We covered side hilling, shifting your weight, leaning into corners, riding while kneeling, checking on your tote sled and passengers, fuel oil mix ratios, approaching hills, and driving through the woods with no trail.