Heavy, flaky, AI-looking snow had just started to fall around me, already providing a crunchy layer atop the beaten-down precipitation beneath it. West Yellowstone’s expansive public forests rose like a walled fortress, encircling me with towering pines and leafless aspens topped with white skies. And two top-spec Ski-Doo snowmobiles sat idle before me: the new 2025 MXZ X-RS Competition and Renegade X-RS.
Both were yellow, had turbos and had two-step launch control that snap, crackle, pop with such vigor, my guess is if I could’ve dragged them out that night and filled them with race gas, they’d spit flames and ensure the cops got called. There was such an electricity to them, even when stationary and most definitely off, I felt nervous.
