When Grandma Dory was visiting over New Years Day, she spilled the beans that an old JD 340 Cyclone was tucked away in Grandpa Marty's shed. Within 48 hours we were southbound to rescue the snowmobile. When we got there it was frozen into the ground, with 16 years of overrun from Grandpa's nearby cattle lot. Early the next morning the excavators (Marty and Peter) began chipping away the manure to unveil this precious fossil from it's long forgotten grave. It wasn't until Larry arrived that the real unearthing began. Handling a crowbar, with the accuracy and precision of a surgeon he broke free a machine that was never thought to run again. The task was far from over for the three, they still needed to pull the corpse from it's shallow grave. Just then, Martin hooked a chain from the loader of his iron steed (the Massey Ferguson) to the front ski of the machine and with black smoke bellowing from the exhaust, Martin pulled the snowmobile like a down cow off to slaughter. Now the real challenge of resurrecting the snowmobile was about to begin. Over the next two weeks Peter started the painstaking process of rebuilding the jewel to its original glory. Night and day he worked on the sled, like a mad scientist trying to find the chemical makeup of kryptonite. Finally, after many sleepless nights, the resurrection was complete. The only thing that stood in the way from the roar of the unbridled horsepower was a few tugs of the rip chord. Julie, now with tears in her eyes, video taped as her knight in shining armor pulled the chord. As the oil laden gas filled the cylinders, it set off an explosion like a mini Hiroshima, and with that the beast roared to life. As the shop filled with the smell of klotz 2 cycle engine oil, Julie looked at Peter, with Fischer in her arms and Ellie at her side, said "our family is finally complete."