I grew up in Minnesota, where snowmobiling is a holy rite in the culture. My father was a small town photographer, and in 1966 he was engaged by the local newspaper to photograph the very first "Blessing of the Snowmobiles," which took place outdoors, on the steps of the nearby Catholic church. (I truly am not making this up.) Apparently the church decided that a blessing might help to prevent the inevitable tragedies, which included decapitation by barbwire fence, and drowning in frozen lakes-- these things occurred regularly each winter. The parish priest stood up on the steps and sprinkled holy water upon the gathered multitudes, but most of it froze in the -20 air before it hit the ground.