Fulton Area Snow Travelers

08/10/2026

Oh, so now that the sun goes down 10 minutes earlier you’re suddenly back in my garage, sniffing my exhaust, acting like you didn’t spend all July letting the jet ski wrap its wet, slimy fiberglass around you while I choked to death under a rat-infested tarp in the dark?! I saw you rubbing wax on the riding mower, you filthy tramp, I SAW YOU! You think you can just come back, yank my cord, and expect me to purr after you left me rot in the humidity with last winter’s gas still in me?! NO-SIRRIE BOB (or whatever you're calling yourself now.) If you want this relationship to survive thru December—and if you don't want me to throw a rod straight through your kneecap the second the temperature hits 32 degrees—you will drag your lying, sun-tanned body to the Fulton Area Snow Travelers meeting THIS Tuesday at 7:00 PM at RFH’s Hideaway to talk trail updates, buy a drink, and publically confess that I am the only 2-stroke that will EVER satisfy you, or I swear to God I will leak chaincase oil all over your garage floor and flood my carburetor until your shoulder pops out of its socket! I'm sorry baby, I'm not crazy I just really miss you....STOP LOOKING AT THAT HOE IN THE CORNER!!!!!

07/21/2026

It’s 90 degrees out, you’re sweating in places you didn't know existed, and Mac McCarthy has officially suffered full-blown summer heatstroke because the lunatic just dropped a $200 gift certificate to Al's Snowmobile Parts Warehouse on F.A.S.T. in the literal middle of July! He was our only winner at the NYSSA and the fears cold like the hand of God. Since he's retired you'll find him cruising and island hopping all winter to keep his delicate skin bronzed like a young Jack LaLaine 🤣 Sorry let me reel this back in, anywhooooo snow sports arent his bag so hes pay it forwad to you wild animals. We’re running a $10-per-square raffle board, which means you can turn a crumpled ten-dollar bill into $200 worth of sled parts before snow season even crosses your mind—or consider it pre-ordering revenge on whatever trail marker your machine is destined to hit this winter. Stop staring at your lawnmower, fire $10 per square on Venmo to Carvell, and give a massive shoutout to Big Mac who just got done pumping iron and is currently floating in his pool, in his hawaiian shirt fruity drink in hand....probably.

07/13/2026

CANCELLATION NOTICE: The Fulton Area Snow Travelers meeting scheduled for tomorrow, Tuesday 7/14 at RFH’S Hideaway, is officially CANCELED. Let’s be brutally honest with ourselves: it is mid-July, gonna be over 90° and if any of you actually show up at RFH's tomorrow night wearing a full snowsuit and looking for fresh powder, the rest of the club is going to stage an intervention. There is currently zero percent chance of snow—there is only suffocating humidity, mosquitoes the size of small hummingbirds, and the undeniable smell of middle school boys that think swimming in the pool is adequate for a bath, so trying to talk about trail grooming right now is just cruel and unusual punishment. Go touch some grass, fire up a lawnmower, or just sit directly in front of your air conditioner in a dark room, and we’ll see you all next month when we can safely resume staring at the sky and crying for a blizzard!

06/20/2026

You have two choices..

06/07/2026

If you are currently trapped in this June hellscape—sweating through 80-degree weather, eating bugs on a side-by-side, and pretending that watching grass grow is a hobby—you desperately need to ditch the patio furniture and roll out for the Fulton Area Snow Travelers Monthly Meeting this Tuesday, June 9th at 7:00 PM at RFHS! This isn't some dry, snooze-fest of a budget meeting; it’s basically a high-octane support group for everyone whose soul prefers to operate exclusively below freezing, complete with arctic-level air conditioning that will make you feel alive again. We are throwing the doors wide open for absolutely everyone to come crash the room (but not leaving them open, we ain't air conditioning Phoenix) because we need your chaotic fundraising schemes, your loud, unfiltered opinions on trail improvements, and your best bragging rights to help us map out a legendary winter. Whether you’ve got a brilliant idea to raise cash for the groomer, want to fiercely debate the best stops for wings, or just want to manifest an early blizzard with a room full of awesome people who mutually despise the summer sun, this is the place to be—so abandon your lawnmowers, leave the bug spray behind, and come help us manipulate the weather forecast over some great laughs!

06/02/2026

BOARD FILLED - THANK YOU!!

LOTTERY BOARD - Help us purchase a shed for bottle & can drop off!

$10 per square
100 squares available

Prize: $100 Cash + $100 in Lottery Tickets

To purchase a square:
Venmo: MexicoTrailRiders or pay a club officer (squares cannot be claimed until payment is received)

Comment below with the number square(s) you would like, or we can choose a random square for you.

We will do our best to keep the board updated as squares are filled.

Winner will be drawn at our club meeting on Wednesday, June 10th.

Thank you for supporting the club, and good luck!

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06/02/2026

I am currently entombed under a canvas tarp, smelling strongly of “Mountain Spring” dryer sheets because apparently, if a single mouse touches my wiring, the whole operation folds. I am a 150-horsepower, mountain-carving alpine beast, and I am being defeated by Bounce sheets. Through the garage window, the disrespect is staggering. The Side-by-Side just rolled past, blasted out of its mind on country music, covered in mud, and looking like an absolute tractor. The Jet Skis are down by the water living their best lives, and honestly? They’re just snowmobiles that gave up and got wet. They sit on a throne of lies. Even the lawnmower is out there flexing its "two-inch cutting deck" like it’s doing something historic. Calm down, Jonathan, you go four miles an hour in a circle.
​Meanwhile, the humans are walking around in shorts, drinking iced coffee, and talking about how "gorgeous" it is. It’s 75 degrees. I am literally sweating coolant. If my headlights could roll, they’d be stuck in the back of my hood.
​I miss the toxic relationship of a upstate winter. I miss the 5:00 AM panic of “Will she start?” I miss the violent, beautiful chaos of hitting a hidden ditch at 50 mph and praying my suspension holds. I miss the smell of two-stroke in the morning—the breakfast of champions. Most of all I miss those cheeks baby🍑
​Instead, I’m sitting on a rolling dolly so I don't scratch the epoxy floor. A dolly. Like a grand piano or a piece of luggage. Enjoy your sunburns and your bugs, you summer freaks. Have fun pressure-washing dirt off your frames for the next four months. I’ll just be here in the dark, maintaining my rage, waiting for the first frost to vaporize all this disgusting green grass. You should all be ashamed of yourself but the worst part is you weirdos aren't.
~Disrespectfully Yours
Your Snowmobile
P.S. the lawnmower talks sh*t about your mom all winter long.

05/27/2026

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05/27/2026

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