Claire McCoy climbed an ice-covered hill in her Edmond neighborhood dragging her sled behind her.
She met her father, Mark, on top of the hill and together they inspected the sled.
“We can fix that. We can put a screw in there,” he told her.
The old sled is a hand-me-down. It is a treasure from her mother’s childhood. It is slightly beaten up and is missing a wood plank.
“It is a classic,” Claire explained.
Her father said they have tried all types of sleds including plastic ones, inner tubes and even improvised sleds such as cardboard boxes and plastic storage bin tops. But nothing beats the trusty wooden and metal sled.
“It is the best sled,” Claire said. ” It goes the fastest.”
As Claire prepares to take one last run, a pair of neighborhood boys walk up with their modern sleds. Claire’s father told her to quickly go down the hill and show them how much faster her classic can go.
He then gave her a running push and she zoomed off down the hill.