It’s surprising how much time you have to think about things when you’re accidentally flying through the air on a 500-pound machine. You ponder things like, “I have the handlebars, but where is the snowmobile?” And stuff dawns on you like, “I think I’m about to wreck an $8,000 machine that doesn’t belong to me.” And you mull questions like, “I wonder how many bones I’m going to break when I hit the ground.” And I wondered what exactly possessed me to get on a machine like