Early this February, I dragged a bunch of lazy, good for nothing, Boy Scouts up to Ashburnham and whooped their asses in some full contact sled racing. Well, thats not entirely true. But we did have such wonderful fun and took a lot of great pictures in the process. Proceed with caution.
It's a close race for 1st with Tim and Brian fighting it out
....and Tim takes a quick lead in the home stretch.
Tim stoops to tie his shoe. Completely unaware of the oncoming traffic. LOOK OUT!
He never saw it coming.
Cherry Coke Bowling. Part 1.
Strike!
Oh, the humanity.
The beauty of sled racing.
"I claim this land....for France."
The broken glasses. Part 1.
After a nasty spill, Broken Glasses Part 2.
Broken Glasses. Part 3. This is where I gave up hope and threw away the glasses.
We considered tying him down with duct tape.
This is cool. It looks like he's flying.
I think I kinda look like a Koala Bear in this one.
They told me to smile. I missed.
I can float. I am holy. Praise me. Do my laundry. And buy me expensive presents.
This is the point where I just had to kick the shit out of Joe.
I tried to jump off the sled and land standing up. I did. But here i am in mid-flight.
If you look closely, you'll notice he's sleeping with his eyes open. He woke up right after we took the picture and he was pissed.
