There is a street in Moscow, Idaho that is very steep and ends in a cul-de-sac. There is a house there that you would hit if you went straight at the end. To the side of this house (right side as you face it) is an alleyway that goes around the house and proceeds in a straight line some ways further. In the winter the street can be covered with ice, and can be plowed along with the alleyway. When I was a kid, I could not get enough of taking my sled down this hill, viciously skirting the snow berm on the right, entering the alleyway, quickly steering violently to the left, and making the turn around the house, snow and ice flying from the sled’s runners. If you missed the turn and went straight into unplowed snow, there was a apple tree to avoid.
What a rush! What a hill! What a street! What a thrill!