Story goes that my mother was 7 months pregnant with me riding the old Polaron (sp?) in the backyard. My dad looks over and she dumps it on its side, laughing the whole time. Maybe that's why my head looks like Frankenstein's. Like you said, it was a different time back thenOriginally posted by 78jag340
[br]I guess I was 4 because that was the first year we owned sleds. My little brother was born in August '80 and was riding in my mom's coat that winter 4-5 months old. Probably not he safest but it was a different time. A lot parents did back then would not go over so well now. Learned on the old trusty 78 jag. We rode it up till 2002-3? and then the engine went boom a second time and we upgraded. Wish I would have fixed it now for old time sake.