When we were kids on the farm, my father would use an old 50's car hood and drag it behind the tractor. The rope was long enough that when it "cracked the whip" on it, you hit Mach 5 swinging out and half the tyme went in front of the tractor. Dangerous as a mother fucker, but fun.
My last sno-go was great fun to pull unsuspecting Army buddies around on a sno-nut...
...on a snow covered frozen lake.
95 indicated and cut it really hard and the speeds they would reach out on the end of that long rope had to be a true 95mph.
It would jerk the back of my machine around once they started to get past me.
The best was hauling ass in and the sno-nut went flat.
The rider might have slowed to 45mph and then he put his hands down to try to stand up.
I was pretty sure he was dead as he must of rolled and tumbled 35 times before coming to a stop.
I'm a bastard when driving a ski boat too.
Back in the early 70’s whilst in the Air Force in Mt Home, Idaho we would drive up to the mountains and hike up the steepest hills with our tubes and large heavy duty plastic trash bags. You’d squeeze the tube together and slip the bag over the tube. The runs we made were unbelievably fast and dangerous, so much so there were broken bones on almost every outing. The base eventually forbid us to ever go tubing again.
Amazing the dumb shit we all did as kids that didn't kill us.
