He, that reminds me of one. A few years ago my buddies and I were at my friends house back in the boonies. It was late fall and there was a few inches of fresh snow on the ground. We were dicking around in his pole barn, and found a couple of sleds, then we noticed the john deere gator parked a few feet away. *bling!* lightbulbs flick on above our heads, and we scramble for some rope. We strap both sleds to the back of the gator and head off for the fields to have sled battles. My friend Zack drives, and that leaves Adam and I to duke it out. Of course I was doomed from the start, Adam weighs 230lbs, and me a mere 140. So its me vs. the behemoth on sleds doing ~25mph through rocky fields. I was holding my own for a good while, but he kept steering into me trying to knock me off, and hitting me hard. I wasnt going to last long, so I got the bright idea to board his sled and try to force him off. I leap from mine to the back of his, but thats where my success ended. he flings me off, and I manage to grab the back of the sled. So now im being dragged at full speed through rocks and snow, and it hurts. Hes twisted aroung trying to force me to let go, and we hit a huge bump. He gets sent flying, and I get a dislocated shoulder. Hows that for stupid?