So a sled was indeed procured. I really was convinced my dad's old Radio Flyer sled was still hanging in my parents' barn, but like many other things I have been searching for lately, it appears that it too fell victim to Yard Sale Purging Syndrome. Turns out Jeremy's dad's old Flexible Flyer was still hanging around his mom's house. So the dashing young lad went dashing very carefully to his mom's house to fetch it so we could do some Serious Sunday Sledding.
The trick is, you wait until after dark when everything refreezes and you find a road conveniently located across the street that is covered in one solid, gleaming sheet of ice. You double up on the rickety sled and shove off until you reach a very unsafe speed. You ride skillfully on one rail for several seconds before riding very unskillfully on your bare behind on ice covered asphalt for several seconds too long. And then you do it all over again and take several ibuprofin in the morning. Shame on you for not acting your age!