The water allows us to drive closer to our natural state, but we are nervous. In a few months. Maybe even weeks the hard water will develope. The braps will resume upon the lakes and ponds as the tracked 2 stroke vehicles of the gods return. We yearn for the unnessicary speed a 600cc sled can deliver. Gods forbid us to mention a turbo 1200 and its neccisary connecting rod shattering abilities. We are nervous this false black ice will not provide the performance results to deliver us to the great feast. So we drive both aggressively and timidly for fear the gods will be angered and not deliver the white fluffy stuff that provides great succor when the sun stays low. Do not bring the curse of the Florida Man and his balmy winters.