Honestly, I would never trust myself to drive a snowmobile. I’d crash so fucking easily. I wouldn’t even trust myself on snow skis because I’d kill a bitch quick (if not myself). I’m fairly certain snow is not meant to be walked on. That’s why my idea of enjoying a winter wonderland is inside a cabin, next to a fire, with some sort of warm alcoholic drink. I’ll enjoy the snow from the warmth of the fire thank you very much.
Thank you to Harrow for volunteering as my male model!