My Wheelah

For my 16^th birthday present, my dad bought me a four wheelah and then later on he bought himself one so we could go ridin together.  We had to go to Mass to get it because that’s where they had the best deal; the truck tide wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.  My dad and I had a lot of fun just being together on a little trip and getting away from everyone.  When we got there, I fell in love with my wheelah it was wicked nice and shiny, we also looked at other wheelahs and they were nice too, but I liked mine the most.  We loaded it up and headed home, even though we got home when it was quite dark I turned on the headlights and drove around the property anyways.

When he told me he got his own, I didn’t know that he got the exact same one as me even the color was the same.  We have a bunch of trails out behind his house in the woods on his 100 acres of land.  We have to huge fields that I drive my wheelah around in, one of them had this little creek that runs through it from the pond he has.  In some areas its wicked deep and a little bit narrow, one time I was followin him on his and we went through part of it and I went around him and when I cam out of the creek I thought I was gonna flip it, or get stuck.  In that moment, I said to myself, “when in doubt throttle out”.  Luckily, I got out, without flippin it or gettin her stuck, that would have been a sticky situation, or even worse, I could of hurt myself real badly. 

            My dad and I also like to go trail ridin on the Sunrise Trails in Ellsworth.  The Sunrise Trails are an old railroad system that they tore up and put down some dirt, the trails go on for miles and miles.  There are some other trails off the main ones that are personal trails that the owners let the riders go on.  We went through one trail that brought us threw and blue berry patch and there were bees everywhere.  They were hittin us left and right, thankfully I had goggles with my helmet so they didn’t hit me in the face and I also had a sweatshirt.  The Sunrise Trails are a lot of fun to go wheelin on and in the wintah time, you can go snowmobiling; you can also bring your horses, side by sides, wheelahs, you can walk, snowmobiles, bikes, and even dirt bikes.

We brought my sister once and she got to drive my dads wheelah and she had a blast, she said that she had soooooo much fun and would love to do it again.  The only problem with that is I liked having one on one time with my dad because when my sister is around we always seem to have a fight and that isn’t fun for anyone.  She loves to ride the four wheelahs, when we’re home my dad lets her drive his around the property with me and we have a blast.  I love going wheelin with my family its something ill do till the day I die.

Welding is my favorite part of the day

Welding is my favorite part of the day because once that helmet drops the bullshit stops.  All I am focused on is laying a bead and not gettin the rod stuck, and when I am making a coupon all im focused on is lining them up and making sure they’re even.  All I think about when I am welding is just welding nothing else, not the fight that I had with my parents or the drama of life or even the bullshit I have to put up with every single day. 

When the helmet drops the bullshit stops, it is the truest statement ever made.  When I drop my helmet, all the people around me disappear, my surroundings disappear.  Once my helmet is dropped, I don’t even hear the people in the shop, all I hear is the sound of the almost sizzling sound of layin that bead, all I can think about is runnin that bead and not gettin the rod stuck.   

When I drop my helmet I zone out, for all I know there could be a fire and I wouldn’t even know it.  Even when I lift my helmet up all I think about is getting that slag off and cleanin up my weld and getting prepared to run anothah.  Granted I sometimes get a little bit mad when I get the rod stuck to my piece or coupon, and I may or may not throw my muffed up rod across the shop or at the wall or throw it on the floor and loose my marbles for a quick second.  Nevertheless, once I finally get back in control my mind goes back to welding and layin down another bead.  Then I focus in on grabbin that rod and puttin it in the clip, striking that rod on my vertical or on my coupon. 

Once I strike that rod, I run that bead making little circles till the finish.  After I’ve finished runnin my bead, I drop the rod in my triangular bucket and then I put my safety glasses on and then I take that chippin hammah and chip all of that slag off my bead.  After I’ve gotten all the slag off my piece, I then flip the chippin hammah over and use the brush to make my piece look nice and pretty.  Then I start all over, again and again, until I can get it perfect, then go, and get certified.  When I drop my helmet, I am calm and relaxed, even on my worst days evah.  No matter how tired I am in the morning once I walk through those doors to the shop I am alert and focused.  When I am in welding nothin can bring me down, I don’t think about anything else beside layin beads, chippin slag, and throwing some good ole sparks.  Even when I’m takin a break to let my piece cool down my mind is set on gettin back, layin some more beads, and fill up my coupon.

Upta Camp Part 2

Saturday morning I woke up at about 7:00am, Matt was already drinking, he made about two or three pots of coffee, and we drank every last drop.

Then once we drank all that coffee we took a piss, we loaded up the four wheelah with traps and set out on the lake, and drilled more holes. 

We weren’t seeing any flags so we went for a ride up to the top of the camp road and we got in to the truck to go get a six-pack of beer.  When we returned we visited one of Matt’s friends, of course knowing Matt he drank five out of the six within half an hour.  After a while we made our way back down the camp road to camp, we went and checked the traps….  There were no fish on the lineL.

Before nightfall, he was rather quite drunk.  He decided we should go out on the snowmobile for a late night ride, we got out on the ice and I couldn’t see shit it looked like we’re about to take off in a star wars ship.  The snow felt like shards of glass, I had to put my facemask down.  He told me to hold on I was like oh shit then he gunned her and we went braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap braaaaaaaaaapp braaaaaaaaap braaaaaap braaaaap baaap baap “OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!” as we com up on one ski a and almost flipped her over.  We almost hit a little train bridge he said.  We eventually stopped

in the middle of the lake and took in the beauty of this beautiful night although we got lost and hit every cove we finally made it to back ta camp.

It was Sunday and we had to leave, we got up real early so we could make it home fairly early.  Im asleep and then I hear matt yell, “nick we need to get the F***** wheelah unstuck”.  I was like oh crap, I got it stuck from when we were comin in from pulling traps late the pervious night.

We got it unstuck; shutoff the power to the camp loaded everything into the wheelah and the snowmobile.  I got on the snowmobile and went about 40 up the camp road and matt took the wheelah so it wouldn’t get stuck.  We got up to the top of the camp road at Matts friends house, where everything was, and loaded up the trailer and the truck.  We said goodbye to his friend, got into the truck, and headed home L.