Gwizz is a crazy bastard. I'm at home still in pajamas, its snowing pretty good outside, and the phone rings.
He's all, "Hey you wanna go?!"
I'm like, "Go where?"
He's like, "Snow Machining."
Next thing I know we're doing 70 mph down a the road towing 2 sleds. Its slicker than snot outside. I'm sitting in the passenger seat fiddling with my new helmet. I look over and that psyco is stearing with his knee while putting kechup on his hot dog.