During my period of self-imposed exile in the winding backroad country of Tennessee, there just wasn't a lot of things to do for fun.
Well, it just so happened that one wintery day, we got a blizzard (3 inches of snow). So of course, school and work were cancelled that day. Can't expect us southerners to know how to drive in 3 inches of snow.
My brother, WAG (who bears a striking resemblance to our cousin Billy Bob Jim Joe), got the brilliant idea that we should sled. The only problem? We didn't have a sled. So he went out into the garage and "boat house" to see what he could find.
He came running in the house about an hour later. He had found a way for us to sled. We may not have had a sled, but by God, we had a rubbermaid wheel barrow. He had taken the wheel and handles off. It would work great as a sled.
Now our only problem- no big hills to sled down. Sure there were some gullys but that was for throwing out your old couch or microwave into. Not the smoothest ride going down.
Wag said not to worry. We were going to take turns in the sled. One person would ride and the other would drive the Polaris 400 all wheel drive ATV. He had hooked up a rope to the back of the 4-wheeler. There was even a handle to hold onto...kind of like water skiing.
We had a blast. We got that four wheeler up to 30 MPH in the field down the road next to the cemetery. The person being pulled would let go and the "country sled" would spin like a top.
Heck, we still talk about the fun we had that day. I was 28 and my brother was 26. Reflecting on this now, we could have beheaded ourselves or worse. But Heck...what's a lonely girl in the backwoods supposed to do for a little fun? Don't say it. He's my brother. Not my Uncle Daddy.
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