We had a hill above the house, and a fairly steep 3 ft drop off in the yard. With a downhill run of 200 yds, you could really get some air when you hit that drop off. I busted the narrow side rail on my sled one time when I got a bit twisted and hit it with my hip bone on landing. We usually turned the corner around the house (or flipped the thing trying) to avoid the last short downhill and the township road.
As a side note, a friend rode one of the plastic sheets across the township road, under a car, under the electric fence and ended up in the pasture with the cows wondering where in the hell he had come from.
I think the sleds are still at my parents place, my grandsons will get to use them eventually.
Dale
