I recall fondly the Skidoo of my teeange years. I remember the first time "she" got on back and wrapped her arms around me instead of holding the passenger bars.

I remember, a short time later, she moved her hands and oohhhed when she felt the bulge in my Skidoo suit. I stopped in a side trail in the woods and we necked.

I zipped down my Skidoo suit and she smiled broadly and said, "You must be fucking crazy if you think I am gonna do anything in this freezing weather."

Ah... youthful romance Canuck style.