The slope in my neighborhood had a chain link fence running down one side. We called it “The Cheese Grater”. On the other side of the street, we had two empty lots. If you were good, you could sled perpendicular to the slope, go between two houses, and then hit the street all the way down to the main street (about three blocks). Of course we had no idea if there was traffic on the street…
The old-fashioned sleds weren’t that great. We preferred the swamp-boat plastic trays… they could be converted into triage litters very easily. Also, they were easier to carry uphill.
The slope in my neighborhood had a chain link fence running down one side. We called it “The Cheese Grater”. On the other side of the street, we had two empty lots. If you were good, you could sled perpendicular to the slope, go between two houses, and then hit the street all the way down to the main street (about three blocks). Of course we had no idea if there was traffic on the street…
And my hometown of Omaha keeps the tradition alive:
http://www.omaha.com/article/20100812/NEWS97/708129863/0
The old-fashioned sleds weren’t that great. We preferred the swamp-boat plastic trays… they could be converted into triage litters very easily. Also, they were easier to carry uphill.