I was watching some here on Muskegon Lake about a month ago. Screaming across the ice, sounding like rockets.
An old buddy of mine and I used to run the iced up streets on sleds and a sail made of two hockey sticks and a bedsheet. Couldn't see anything ahead of us as we were working for maximum speed! The thing you survived as a kid! But hey, you're only immortal for a limited time!
Guess this stuff's been in my blood for a while!