By sled I assume it was meant snowmobile? At 11 I was running the snot out of grampa's rupp 250 nitro. I was a tiny kid so my cousin and I would bet against newer machines for a drag race across the lake.... I never lost once! than the next winter a buddy got a NEW polaris 440 whip... Man that sucker had a hundred mph speedo! I asked if it would do a hundred and he said 90 tops... I said let me try... he was a good bit older and alot heavier. It was over a 90 and gaining but I couldn't look down no more! Than I was out of lake on a smaller one than the winter before...
I bet these new machines are a kick in the pants compared to them old ones!
Brent

 

For non mechanical sled... we had them red "boats" from kmart... my dad was towing us behind the van in the country subdivision I was whipping out wide and generally having a blast when I whip out right at a snow pile pushed to the side by the snow plow... It was about 4 feet high and froze solid! I hit it and went for a real painfull airborne and ground bound ride! Never did that at night again! I am surprised i am alive!
Brent

 

Hey Hogdogs, Sounds like you been around a time or two. Prob Like us when we were younger, We lived in the country, actualy more like the sticks, and had to come up with was to entertain ourselves. Most of the time it never ended up good, Especialy when we discovered how fun fire was. I still find myself playing with fire every now and again.

 

When I moved off the farm I lived on from yea baby to about 15. I had a 90cc quad on the farm, moved to a town house and got a yamaha 250cc quad. Well the woods by the town house had a lot of stuff in the ground and I was gettin flats all the time. I ordered a set of SUPER MONTER MUD tires. Went back to the farm to have my old neighbor help me install them. Well after we got done me and a friend were testing out the tires, and the guys son with a Kawasaki 220cc quad came along for the ride also. On the bottom of the farm we had a dump where it threw everything out. Well we had some new houses built a few years back for workers and to rent. We asked the contractors if they would mine burring all the junk that piled up over 50 years. So we had this nice big flat spot on top where the junk was then this massive hill like 75* slope down to the stream. So the kid by himself drove up the incline and was fine. So me and my buddy decided to follow, we 1st went up straight and the front wheels started to lift off the ground so i quickly put it in neutral and rolled back down. I told my friend that we will go sideways and to lean so we dont roll, what happened he didnt lean and we started to tip and I couldnt stop the quad or go back down. We ended up flipping and rolling back down the hill like the quad flipped about 20 times. It landed on top of me and my friend flew off and hit his ankle on a rock. The way the quad landed on me was that I was in between the front and back tires. I heard my 2 friends yelling Chris Chris are you ok? and I think hes dead. I opened my eyes and was like what the hell happened. Then they were like we rolled down the hill. Some how the quad was fine, I was untouched, and my other friend had to use crutches for the next week or 2 because he brused his ankle so bad. Nothing happened to me and it was on top of me what luck I had that day.

 

I'm with you 110% on this one Chris.