No, since I guess I said he was the nice guy, nothing to hide. It was Gille Bombardier. I bought his demo sled. IT was a black Ski Doo Grande Luxe. Nice , electric start, before the days of independent suspension, was as good as they had at the time.

I had a buddy that was one of their famous sled racers, he got the deal for me. It was barely run, and half the price, I just had to drive to Quebec to get it.

That was an experience. Me and the girlfriend, in a Chevy S truck, did a 24 hour their and back to my cottage on Lake St Clair in Canada. When we hit Montreal, we needed gas and some directions. The nice little old lady pumping gas next to me asked me a softly spoken question. When I answered, I am sorry, I speak English, her countenance went very mean and she started I think swearing in French, was visibly upset. The next person I asked for directions to Val Court, where the Ski Doo factory was, sent me completely in the wrong direction, and once on those Montreal expressways, it was not a simple matter to turn around.

Gille was quite nice, let me test drive the sled on the little oval track they had there. Had his boys help me load it up, and off we went back to my cottage.

I had worked all day, drove to my cottage with the girlfriend, and then drove all night to get to the factory at like 8 in the morning. After we got the sled, I again took the wheel, as the roads were very snowy,and people in Quebec would fly past me going way to fast on the snowy highway, then I would see them in the ditch, slipped of the road a few miles ahead. So I just kept on driving, tired as heck. when we finally got to Toronto, I told the girlfriend, just get stay on the 401 west all the way to the cottage, as I needed some sleep, and to get some gas once on the highway in one of the turnoffs.

Well, about an hour later, she wakes me up in a panic. I was sleeping with my head on her lap below the steering wheel in the cabless S truck. She says, we are almost out of gas. I said just pull off and get some, they had turn offs with restaraunts and gas every few miles. She says I have not seen one in a long time??!!! I pop my head up, look at the 2 lane road with nothing but pine trees on either side and a gas gage below E, and hard snow coming down. No idea where we were at first. Well, we were headed north to Ottawa somehow. Since she said, she had not seen anything, I said, well, lets keep going and pray for a gas station. Luckily we found one, and got gas, and turned back for home. This time I got us onto the 401, and then let her drive, but by then, I was so jacked up, I could not fall asleep again.

Anyways, that was my Quebec experience, that somehow, seemed to keep growing as I thought about it, haha.