QUOTE(sc1000 @ Jul 6 2008, 12:03 PM)

I have been a fan of Quebec snowmobiling for 20 years and 30 thousand miles, in all of those years and miles Bernard was the most welcoming, caring, man that I had ever come across. A true gentleman, he would literally do anything for his guests....THE DEFINITION OF HONESTY AND INTEGRITY!!!! Last March after a 1000 miles we pulled into Safari and took Bernard to his favorite restaurant for dinner and laughs....he was a real character as always.....little did we know we would never see him again. Snowmobiling aside he was a true friend to many above and beyond everything else that made him one of the most important figures in the snowmobile industry. TILL WE MEET AGAIN....REST IN PEACE DEAR FRIEND.
My first encounter with Bernard was in 1997 at The Armory in Manchester NH. He was with "New England Bob" and Bob was busy shmoosing a custumer, so I looked at videos running on a TV at their booth.
The trails I saw were like something out of a Sledders dream so I asked out loud to no one in particular; "Wow, where the Hell is that?", A man in his late 50's behind the counter replied in what seemed like typical New Hampshire english, "Oh thats across the street from my motel". I was like, Holy shit , wheres your Motel?. He replied, "Oh, about 6 hrs from here". At this point, New England Bob, jumped between us and took over the conversation. He explained to me how it wasnt wise to ride Quebec without a guide, especially the 1st trip. My reply was that if I could ride NH without a guide, that Quebec looked easy. In the background the motel owner (Bernard) was laughing at my reactions.
That winter I visited Bernard w/o a guide and my Snowmobiling was changed forever. Bernard took us out on a short ride (80 miles) to give us a flavor of the trails, signs, etc. Within minutes of heading out we wernt keeping up. My idea of fast in NH vs Quebec was not the same. After waiting for me at the 1st junction, Bernard was off the machine waiting. He was half way thru his cigarette, visor up.
" How are the trails?" he asked. " OH, awesome, un-beleveable!! I replied.
"Where are you guys going to head today?" quized Bernard. "Uh, Quebec City." I replied. Bernard says "Well you aint gonna make it, cause you gotta move your ass!! Your not in fuk'in NH anymore!!"
10 years and 20000 miles later I still owe my total Quebec riding addiction to Bernard. There are many fine local folks Ive run into up there. Most go way beyond normal courtesy to help us out, but Bernard was different. He could relate to Americans like he was American, even though he was 100% French Quebec. Never was he a stranger, even from the moment I met him.
I could go on and on about how he helped us out.......... Making reservations, being the interpretor with a mechanic, knowing the trails to avoid, giving us rides. But most of all he became the guy you could always talk to . Anytime, anywhere, about most anything. Politics, cars, sleds, women, business ventures, anything...........
As much as I love Quebec riding, it will never be the same. From now on Im back to being the foreigner. The hapless American that begs in Pigeon English to get some help. I know thats mostly my own fault from not learning French, but thats me.
So Bernard, until we meet again, thanks for some great years!!