Ah, ice fishing. Reminds me of times with my dad when I would skip school to spend many a day fishing for pickeral and having a few beverages with him. Sometimes the simple pleasures are the best ones there are. I am assuming that the ice on your frame is from the slush and not from going through. I've seen both cars and bikes go through the ice, neither I imagine, was enjoyable.
P.S. lure of the lake, funny
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Last edited by pyze-guy; 03-01-04 at 01:54 AM.