Going downhill on the back of a friends bike, stepped off at my house and slammed into the ground, glasses hinge punched a hole near my temple-went bleeding to a doc and got 13 stiches-next day at school scared all the girls with black eye and bandages....good times!! :P
Good memories. My favorite was riding in the back of the pickup to grandmom's; stuck at red light next to the ice cream truck. Ice cream man threw some free popsicles to my sister and I. Loved being a care free kid.
My kids were born in the early 80's I call them the last of the free range children. They rode their bikes everywhere, went to the beach with friends. Played in forts and tree houses. Broke a bone here and there, but that's how kid's lives were. Fun.
Riding the back of a truck was glorious. It was even better than riding a motorcycle.
And going ramping on dirt roads, bruising your tailbone upon landing hard! Good times.
Ha, broke my bicycle frame on landing. Still good times.
Broke my arm and got to beat up kids with my cast (I was 7 and a little a-hole).
Going downhill on the back of a friends bike, stepped off at my house and slammed into the ground, glasses hinge punched a hole near my temple-went bleeding to a doc and got 13 stiches-next day at school scared all the girls with black eye and bandages....good times!! :P
Good memories. My favorite was riding in the back of the pickup to grandmom's; stuck at red light next to the ice cream truck. Ice cream man threw some free popsicles to my sister and I. Loved being a care free kid.
Man,i rode on and in the back of everything.tow trucks,dump trucks,box trucks,trailers. 42 years old,still here.
I legit thought the bottom pic was going to be a vehicle packed with 28 illegal aliens... Make that one next...
Do you know what changed? Feminization and the demonization of masculinity.
It started with men pandering to and appeasing women... and then "men" themselves behaving like women, etc...
That all needs to be reversed, but I doubt it is even possible to do so at this point.
Those were good times. Thanks for bringing back memories.
Heck, you could say 1995 even. Don't have to go back that far.
My kids were born in the early 80's I call them the last of the free range children. They rode their bikes everywhere, went to the beach with friends. Played in forts and tree houses. Broke a bone here and there, but that's how kid's lives were. Fun.
All this does is make weak people. Sad
Fucking...RETARDED!!!
Yeah but my chilrens!!! sniffle, cough. Point and laugh.
Go home!? It's not dark yet!