They went the distance over bitter Alaskan terrain, from Nenanna clear to Nome. And not only did they race, they won the race! It's A testament to the fact that the bloody machines really know how to stay together, and a testament to the fact that there were times when the Alpines were the the only machines that could get through. They broke trails for the losers.
There aren't many people out there on big workhorse snowmobiles, but those who swear by them, the trappers, farmers, forest service people and trailbreakers. They figured it was about time to see what the swearing was all about.
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