My sled is like my 401k. It ain't about the immediate returns. We are talking LONG term investment here!
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I bought my sled at that hardware store on the corner across from the old Varsity on CheshireBridge, probably in 70. They used to hang them on the outside wall whenever Guy Sharpe said it might snow, lol. It has brought me as much pleasure as most anything in my life, but only on the rare occasion. The conditions have to be right. It's a FlexiFlyer design and a long body. You can steer it with the handles, and your feet. Your legs are on the platform, with your shins and feet off the side if you need to steer, so it's easy to make sharp turns dragging your foot, because your torso, and most of your leg is supported. You can go places only the most intrepid go, because you have control. Down Amsterdam at 25 mph, or so, with cars on both sides whipping by at light speed, and your eyes streaming tears so you can't see a thing. You rattle and bounce, right at the edge of madness, and it exhilarates you to a manic state. Face first into the worm hole with your chin bouncing 6 inches off the ice. It's like grunge luge. It's big enough for two, and sturdy enough. Makes you go infinitely faster, but right at the edge of out of control. It has tiny steel runners, so snow is worthless. YOu just sink in and hit soil, unless there has been some zrain, or sleet too. But sleet is best....the next night, after the hard freeze has made it a sheet, and the cars trying to go up the hill haven't fazed it. Those runners are made for ice, and sleet makes it fly. And the city, or county roads are the track. We went down Amsterdam, in midtown, from the top, in view of the post office, all the way down past devils dive. It was in the late 70's, around 4 inches of sleet. I could drive at LeMans, leap off the Eiger in a wing suit, but I can't see how it could beat that night. That sled became legend, and icon for the oppressed sleet lovers in the deep south. It earned it's purchase price a thousand times over on that fabled night, and subsequent, though very sparse nights. Oh, people laughed, they asked "when will you use it? It's the south, it never snows". Snickering. But it's not snow the lonely rider wants...it's to once again hear the spattering in the leaves announcing, perhaps, another chance to soar with the polar bears, and enter sleet nirvana on wings of speed!!! A phantom on the midnight winds....the Sleet Dancer.
So....no, you aren't to be picked on, but to be revered for your foresight. To buy a sled when it's not fashionable, only to have those cute girls down the street want to ride on top of you, because you have the only tandem sled in town, lol. Trust me, owning a sled is genius...I salute you, fellow adventurer! And dang, that Sleet Dancer thing is dope
I should have been that all along...hmm...maybe Dsaur Sleet Dancer.....