Janet sent me a photo of her sledding this past weekend up in Vermont. She looks like she’s having a great time, but I’ve been sledding a time or two in my life and can’t help but notice a few key elements seem to be missing here. I used to tear up Nashawtuc Hill in Concord with my Super GT Snow Racer. Damn straight. They called me ‘The Avalanche’. They also frequently called me “Hey big, drunk 16-year-old who is far too old to be sledding – you’re hurting our children”. Which I never thought was that catchy.
Now, if Janet had said to me instead that she’d been lying in a snowbank while up in Vermont, I wouldn’t take issue with this photo. Is this the training hill? Do they take a couple of dry runs across a parking lot before working their way up to an incline of some sort? Will they actually give her a sled next weekend? Yes, the sledding’s changed a lot since I was a lad. But not the drinking.
Looks like fun Janet. We use to use car hoods or semi truck tubes. Nothing like some good sleeding.
Bryan Whitely
Bah, who needs snow. I come from a relatively tropical country where we used cardboard and grass…
*Sigh*
…The good old days when you had no 2nd thoughts about jumping head first down a bank with a flimsy piece of cardboard, dodging rocks, grass, gorse and sheep shit everywhere. 🙂