So the ‘oldest’ wins?
Pyrrhic victory…
I think it got cut-off…
Clipped playing cards to their bike tires
15 but most of these things just seem like something anybody would probably have done to me…
Did all of that. We were feral children. You had to be home by the time the street lights came on. Had to be outside all the time because outside was better than the house. I loved to read, always carried a book with me wherever we went.
Had a banana seat, extra point for a sissy bar.
Purple Huffy with flowered banana seat, sissy bar and sparkly handlebar tassels!
And yes–I cards on the spokes!
We were nearly feral.
I had like a 5-10 mile roaming potential as a kid with a bike.
I remember riding into places you could only get to on foot or by bike as a rule.
We had a hill that the kids called “wipe out” that saw more blood than Dracula.
My buddy tried to jump a trash can like Evil Kanieval, came down hard on the handle bars, went home thinking he’d just gotten the wind knocked out of him, and nearly died that night in the bath tub unaware he actually had a perforated bowel.
Good times…
dude, give the modern one 3000 years of weather with sand blowing across it like sandpaper and it will be smoother i’ll bet. like glass.
Of course. Thank you! It’s tough being old and feeble. HA!