snowmobile - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Grief's men were riding specially adapted Yamaha Mountain Max snowmobiles equipped with 700cc triple-cylinder engines. The bikes were flying across the ice on their 141-inch tracks, effortlessly moving five times faster than Alex. The 300-watt headlights had already picked him up.
Through the fog comes grating noise, an engine, much like a motorbike. From the volume we know that it approaches and we strain our eyes against swirling white to make it out; but we can see nothing until it sounds as if it will run us down. It passes us in just a few seconds, a bright blue painted chassis the shape of a throat lozenge on enormous black skis – a snowmobile. Of course, what else could it have been all the way out here?
The snowmobile sits heavily on its skis, a testimony of the power of spreading weight over a large surface area. Its sleek cherry paint shines but is rendered dark in comparison to the blinding snow that covers the mountain. Its nose is curved, aerodynamic and styled like the front of an olympic bob-sleigh. When Trina fires up the engines the sound reverberates around the mountain, and though the machine is designed for just this setting it is oddly juxtaposed to its surroundings. Everything else is silent, pristine, clean, and here is the snowmobile- sounding like a motorbike revving on a sleepy suburban street. But when she opens the throttle and moves away all doubts are erased, we all want a ride, to travel so effortlessly over the crystalline snow.