tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488829384708819450.post9012833004213629200..comments2015-04-06T05:46:44.931-04:00Comments on Get Off My Lawn: The One With The Most Toys.....end transmission.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100368775312320957noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488829384708819450.post-76800127444849431882010-12-05T08:20:19.430-05:002010-12-05T08:20:19.430-05:00Metal sleds.. I had a flexible flyer. It was as t...Metal sleds.. I had a flexible flyer. It was as tall as me! What a fun, speedy rush that was. Did you put parafin on the rails? I could fly past everyone on that thing. Mine had the chrome trim piece across the front. A 'bumper' of sorts. Still waiting for our first real snow of the season..end transmission.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11100368775312320957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6488829384708819450.post-37886202180220917592010-12-04T21:46:20.210-05:002010-12-04T21:46:20.210-05:00Oh, you boys...you never outgrow your toys. My dad...Oh, you boys...you never outgrow your toys. My dad built us this truck that could fit two of us in it. He forgot one very important element: it had no way to steer it. We lived on a very steep hill. We also used to ride out sleds (metal...not the plastic shit they have today) straight down the middle of the road and around the (blind) turn at the bottom. "We don't need no stinkin' helmets!"kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06152568985075401447noreply@blogger.com