Okay.....butt where's her proof of insurance?
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Okay.....butt where's her proof of insurance?
My brother and would take turns towing a sled around the pasture when it snowed, the towing rig was a Honda 50 Trailbike. I have a scar from one of those days getting pulled behind the bike.Here's to a weekend of making good choices.
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I was a rider in a toboggan once, behind a Suzuki 90cc. Much mud and rocks mixed with snow being flung in my direction, I came to my senses and rolled off.My brother and would take turns towing a sled around the pasture when it snowed, the towing rig was a Honda 50 Trailbike. I have a scar from one of those days getting pulled behind the bike.
When I was a little kid in Vermont we lived way, way up a small, steep dirt road. After they plowed, but before they sanded, I'd go screaming down the road on my radio flyer metal rail sled. Maybe two miles! Then my dad would drive down in his jeep with chains on it and tow me back up the hill (not quite as fast as going down).My brother and would take turns towing a sled around the pasture when it snowed, the towing rig was a Honda 50 Trailbike. I have a scar from one of those days getting pulled behind the bike.
We did too...the light posts always made it extra interesting.We would go to this big vacant church parking lot on snow days and whip around behind the car on a little saucer and go in circles until we could whip out to the end and slide as far as we could.
Ah memories of a daft youth. We did it on a sheet of hardboard being dragged round a grass field by a Land Rover hanging on for to the rope for dear life. We then tied the wood to the tow hook to go faster. Like water skiing if you took the outside on a turn it got a bit hairy re speed. With no control of our ‘ski’, the laws of physics meant we hit the outside every time. Great fun, totally daft and amazed no one got badly hurt.My brother and would take turns towing a sled around the pasture when it snowed, the towing rig was a Honda 50 Trailbike. I have a scar from one of those days getting pulled behind the bike.
You are still alive. Wondering what the mortality rate of your group of five is today? That might be an interesting data point of potential life span of extreme sledding.In high school - around 1970, a group of us took one of those huge round coca cola metal signs up into the mountains. The sign was probably around six feet in diameter. We drove up some snowy mountain roads until we found the perfect spot. A gully coming down the mountain to the road and a place to park the car. 3 guys and 2 gals. We hauled that sign up the gully a good hundred yards and all of us climbed in and shoved off. The damn thing started spinning as it was going down and when we hit the first bump I was on the downhill side. I flew out and watched the giant saucer sled fly over me. I managed to stop myself and watched as it kept going. It was really moving and spinning like crazy. When it hit the gravel parking area one of the girls and the other two guys managed to get out of it. As it slid across the dry pavement the last girl managed to get out just before the sled went over the edge and off into oblivion. We looked down and couldn't even see it so it got left. The last girl that managed to get out of it lost a laced up hiking boot as she was disembarking and her boot went with the sled.