I know what you’re thinking. What a redneck family. Honestly, we aren’t as trashy as it may appear in these photos. If you had access to an insane hill and a firetruck, wouldn’t you love to give this a try? This was our second year to set this up for the Fourth of July. So patriotic, I know.
Olivia was the bravest little lady, giving a very double-jointed thumbs up as she began her descent. It quickly turned to more of a thumbs down experience, but still, she went a few more times. She even decided to take her bike for a whirl down the hill when nobody was paying attention…thankfully she wasn’t hurt. Poor little Will spun like a crying, slippery starfish all the way down, and never went again. The other kids couldn’t get enough, and neither could my brothers-in-law, obviously!
As for my experience, I can tell you that getting grass rash at 80 mph hurts.