A couple of Sundays ago, my girlfriend and I went snowmobiling with my friend. First we were out driving on the river to three bridges and back, and decided to turn around because the river wasn't very good going. We stopped to talk for a bit at three bridges and had a pee break. After that, we decided to take-off again and head back into Chipman to gas up at the More's Convenience. After we gassed up we could smell the food from Dee's Diner, so we headed over there for a quick bite to eat.
             Once we were finished eating, we headed up for the groom trails, which were very rough. We then came to the Orica road and I decided to go down the road, which you're not supposed to be on. We were driving up the road, and stopped to talk for a second. When we decided to start going again the snowmobile wouldn't start and we couldn't figure out why. Then we just got my friend to go into Chipman to get help, but he came back alone because his mother wouldn't come out to help us or let his brother My girlfriend and I sat out that road and waited for him to come back for about one hour. It was freezing. We had to put three on a one-man sled to go to the nearest house to use the phone to call my dad.
             My dad came out and he wasn't too happy. He took us out to the road and had to jump on my friend's sled to go out the road to see what was wrong with the snowmobile. He fixed it after about 15 minutes, and it was just the slides were burnt off, from the pavement. The snowmobile got fixed, so we went out snowmobiling for the rest of the day, and we had no problems. When we got back to my house we had hot chocolate and then took a nap because we were tired from everything that happened earlier that day. Thank god somebody was with us or we would have had a really long walk back. Needless to say, I've learned my lesson and I'll never go up that road again. This is my story on getting
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