DAVID'S
VINTAGE SNOWMOBILE PAGE.
RESTORING
THE SPORT ONE PIECE AT A TIME.
MARCH 15, 2012
10TH ANNIVERSARY
- PAGE 382
1970
SKI DOO OLYMPIQUE 335
MATTHEW
& HIS FATHER AROUND 1984
1970
SKI DOO OLYMPIQUE 335
MATTHEW
& ANNA 1992
1970
SKI DOO OLYMPIQUE 335
MATTHEW
& ANNA 1992
1970
SKI DOO OLYMPIQUE 335
MATTHEW
& ANNA WITH MAZZY 1992
Hi
David - I grew up with this wonderful snowmobile and later when we had
others it was
called
the Yellow One. The Yellow One was at home before I was even a twinkle
in my dad’s eye.
My
dad bought the 1970 Skidoo Olympique 335 brand new in the fall of 1969.
It
has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. I started sitting
at the back with Dad driving and
later
started driving it with my sister at the back. Your clothes always smelt
like gasoline after a ride so Mom
always
made sure we put older clothes on before we even got close to the Yellow
One.
My
sister did not like to drive it because it jerked her too much on take
off.
So
the Yellow One became mine to drive and later as a teenager to work on
too.
In
the winter of 1997 after a semester of small engines class in high school,
the Yellow One put on a lot of
miles.
This is the time I remember the most. I remember going out for a ride after
school; it was my stress
reliever
for my teenage years. There was a lot of playing in the drifts along the
fence lines and the ditches
along
our gravel road. The best place to ride was owned by an extended family
member.
It
has evergreens that are spaced wide enough to carve around and undulations
in the snow that made you
feel
that you were floating. Other parts had trails cut through thicker woods
with bends and curves, and it
was
not uncommon to round a corner and come upon a deer or other wildlife.
So this is how my love affair
with
snowmobiling started. The Yellow One is still being driven to this day
and hopefully for many more.
Matthew
Cormier, Chesterville Ontario
THANKS
MATTHEW FOR THE GREAT PICTURES AND TEXT !
