We were all Evel Knievels back in the day.
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Yes we were. Those were the days. :)
Yep. I remember doing things like this when I was ten years old. Heck, my "crew" even dumpster dove and found our first stash of Playboys. Wow, eye popping pics for a bunch of prepubescient youths. And you can bet your sweet @$$ our mothers never found out about that escapade.
Man i remember finding paper grocery bags full off playboys. Then keeping them stashed at the fort. There was always one homie who broke the rules and took one home. Then finally got us all caught.
Yeah. Children looking at porn is greeeat. I'm being sarcastic of course. You don't find it strange that every neighborhood had this feature? Ive talked with so many people that were exposed to "found porn" when they were children that I started to wonder if they have made a concerted effort to make sure that even the kids that were outside playing instead of being brainwashed by t.v. to be overly sexual, would still be getting the message that "being overly sexual is cool" and that "everyone does it" or something. There are no coincidences and they love to get to the children. Did I mention we also found porn in our neighborhood, behind some fence? I mean, c'mon.
Super cringe! I agree. Its poison, and it took me years to break the addiction.
In my household we have no streaming tv or cable. Only dvds. The only internet is on the wife and my phones. Let's not forget the music too. This may be the worst poison of all.
It's like a rite of passage.
The worst bike wreck I ever had, in pre-helmet days of the late '60s, happened not when I was trying something stupid, but when I was just going down a very moderate hill near where I lived, and a bee landed on my face. Of course, when a bee lands on your face, you swat it, but when you swat a bee while riding a bike, a bad result is likely. Although I remember trying to grab the handlebars as they quickly shook right and left, I was unsuccessful, and experienced a delightful meeting with the pavement. Fortunately, no bones were broken, and no stitches, but I probably still have scars from it :)
Scars once were for bragging rights.
Bad thing is none of your friends saw it. You would have been king for a week.
Great air!
I wasn't. First of all, Evel wasn't a thing when I was growing up. Second, my parents never bought me a bicycle. It's rough growing up poor. I got a few toys at Christmas, but never any other time of the year. That's also the only time I ever got fruit at home. I never had a single birthday party or birthday present either. It makes me sad to see how other people lived years ago.
I'll go to bed now.
That sucks.
Yep. But it's Christmas today.
One Christmas I got my sister's bike with a metal tube taped on it to make it look like a boys bike. I was the talk of the bike rack at school.
If you had great, loving parents and not narcissists, you were actually quite wealthy. Things are not always as they appear from the outside.
If we weren't bleeding we weren't livin.
My scars are bigger than yours, bragging rights.
Could be. But i went bigger... Kek.
Then the board broke... front tire hit the block and you went over the handle bars... no helmet... flipped over on your back and skidded 15 feet on asphalt with road rash all down your back and a knot on your head... cried for 10 min while everyone laughed... then did it again next week...
Lolđź‘Ś
Nice
No helmet.
Rookie. We used garbage can for our base. Had to have a landing ramp. I hope all of us 70's and 80's kids know just how good life was for us kids. I'm sure the 50's and 60's were cool as kids too. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY
We would hook a car hood behind a dirt bike with a chain and "ride" lol
Hold up... A garbage can? What, on its side with a sheet of plywood? I can't even imagine. We always did as pictured in the OP.
Yep metal garbage (not on their sides) cans with a plywood ramp. Biggest fear was one of the cans slipping out and going face first into the ramp.
Gravel in palms of hands after going over handlebars… best of times
it sure is a wonder how we all lived as kids doing half the shit we did...how did we live without participation trophys, saftey equipment and fresh air??
...and we didn't poke our eyes out.
There were always two to three kids at school at any given time in the warm months with a cast on. Nowadays, you see a broken bone once every two to three years at a school.
Childhood has been ruined.
That was my life as a kid. I had an Evel Knievel action figure with motorbike and this plastic power up thing that would launch him and the bike. But then ...
I got a 3 Speed Dragster. This had the 3 speed right in front of your balls - a leaver. Smashed my nuts on that thing a million times. We did mad jumps and all that, but the best time I remember was attaching fireworks to our bikes and then doing jumps and stuff. Best time. Dangerous as ever. Top of the hill, looking down at the ramp at the bottom, friend lights up the fireworks and you go ...
Best fun ever on those hot summer nights, you never want to end.
We were?
I drag my right foot it's so heavy!
Never quit
This is how I learned backyard physics.
Sweet jump
Some were better than others. I was one of the others. Pedals broke on landing. That started my life long limping. Oh, the memories!
Yeah, and we would have laughed at anyone wearing a helmet and knee pads! KEK
Broke the weld where the down tube meets the head tube on my bike after an afternoon of jumping off a 3 foot tall dirt pile next to my friends house. The amount of air we were getting was massive since there was a church parking lot next to the dirt pile. We were hitting that dirt pile at obscene speeds. Good times!
The following week a friends father re-welded the frame. It was good as new! Now, I was back in the game.
BTDT
***always will be
Yep, the whole family watched the jumps live , I think on wide world of sports...
He's trying to impress the girl - she's not even looking!