Village Squire, 1974-01, Page 10y„�,Wuy4
Looking at the
snowmobiling situation
from both sides
10 VILLAGE SQUIRE/JANUARY 1974
Driving to London the other day, I noticed
an abundance of snowmobiles. In singles,
pairs, and larger groups they zipped through
fields and along ditches. The sight reminded
me of an ironic film, which I viewed last
winter.
It was a short feature depicting a
snowmobilers' church service. A clearing in a
forest provided the setting. Dozens of snow
machines, black, gold, blue, purple, and red,
were arranged in precise rows. Beside them
stood their operators attired in their bulky
ski-doo suits and clutching glittering helmets
under their arms. The wintry hush was
disturbed only by the wind sighing through
the trees, by an occasional cough and
shuffling of feet from a youngster, and by the
reverent voice of a minister standing in front
of the congregation. The theme of his sermon
was, "Silence is Golden."
A few weeks later the film's message was
reinforced for me The golden silence of night
was shattered at 3 a m. by approximately six
snow machines throbbing beneath my
bedroom ndot,