The Tobaggon of Death
While in High School, I inherited a 6 foot long fiberglass tobaggon. This wasn't too much fun in my home town since the area was pretty flat.
When I went to college in Winona, it only took until one winter to realize the potential of the Tobaggon of Death as it became known. Winona is in the Mississippi River valley which has created bluffs over 600 feet from top to bottom. Although we never took the Tobaggon of Death to the top, we still managed to execede speeds in the 40 mph range.
On serveral occasions we tried to get big air with the Tobaggon of Death. Unfortunatly the Tobaggon of Death cuts through the snow all the way to the ground after it gets up to speed. When you hit the ramp, the Tobaggon of Death goes right through it instead of over it. You are usually lucky if you can even see the ramp because of the amount of snow flying. The person in front usually gets buried completly with snow.
On one late spring day, after the snow had been melting all day, we went to our usual run. The snow had now turned to solid ice which made it very hard to get the Tobaggon of Death up the hill because we couldn't hardly get ourselves up the hill. We finally were at the top, got on, and aimed towards the jump. Success!! we hit BIG AIR. The Tobaggon of Death fell out from under us while we were in the air and we then came crashing to the ground on solid ice. Our best estimate is that we were about 4 or 5 feet of the ground and we traveled about 25 or 30 feet down the hill from the jump to the point of impact.
When I left college and moved to California, which pretty much rendered the Tobaggon of Death useless, I offered it to some friends. Because they were all familar with the speeds it reached, they all declined.