Oldie but goodie

[willy]

I'm trying to imagine the odds on the producer of Broke Back Mtn. getting out of the country alive in say 1960. Not good.

[willy]

we went everywhere on bikes, big giant wheeled bikes with one speed. Yours. Usually a basket on them somewhere to hold your mitt or basketball. And baseball cards of players you had multiple's of stuck with clothes pins on the forks so the spokes hit them. Had to wear big yellow raincoats until we got on the bus then stuffed them in our book bags so no one out of your neighborhood saw them. Recess where every kid in school was outside at the same time. Good fight at least once a week. Like a prison yard sometimes. Except with girls ;D ;) ;D

[reelapeelin]

Girls no doubt, Willy, but somehow I don't recall 'em lookin' like Super Models back then like they do now... ;) 8)...

Wanted a Sting Ray bike, but Mama made me get a Schwinn News-Boy Special cause I had a paper route...full size bike w/big tires...eventually pulled the fenders off...came to love that bike... ;D ;D...

[willy]

Oh there was heavy bike modifications, some worked and looked cool. Some put you a$$ over tea kettle at 20mph.
And there were super models back then they just dressed different.
When me and Lucille and a few others were in our formidable years 10-13 we used to watch the cooler older kids like Debbie Hoyle who lived across the street from me. She was built. Used to sunbathe in a bikini. I monitored sunny days on weekends for just such a chance encounter.
You see Debbie gave a couple of us the greatest show on earth. One day we were sitting in our tree fort and we noticed Debbie and a older looking teen ager take a stroll into the woods. Now Debbie wore bikini's and high heels and drove a 1967 Camaro Rally Sport drop top and listened to rock and roll. She did not however go for walks and play in the woods so me and the gang decided to follow Debbie and her friend. They went back to the brook and were sitting along the bank and they were smoking a weird looking cigarette. Next thing we know , God bless her heart,Debbie is takin it all off and swimming in the brook. Her older friend seemed rather exited by this and took her over to the grassy spot and proceeded to trounce the living day lights out of poor Deb. We thought he was hurting her but she sure liked it.
Yea there were super models back then, and this one changed my life forever ;D

[macojoe]

I liked the huge siassy bar, banna seat, and tall handle bars. we would then cut of the forks from another bike and ram them onto our bike there for making it a chopper.
I remembr coming down this huge hill, flying then the handle bars were lose and they went forward fell off the bike going like 20 downhill, got 5 stiches that day ;D

[EngstromNK]

I liked it when your brakes were broken for months at a time and you learned to stop your bike by sticking your foot between the front fork and the tire. After going over the handle bars a few times you got it right.

Keith

[TheTinMan]

Man, I miss my old Schwinn Sting Ray with the banana seat. I would set up a plywood jump at the bottom of the driveway and fly clear across the street.....not always succesful, either. One wipe out I actually bent the front part of that seat way down!

Those home made go-carts too! "we don't need no stinkin brakes"

The home made sling shot wars w/acorns in the woods....OUCH!

[reelapeelin]

DAYUM, MJ... you just reminded me of somethin' I had forgotten...goin' down steep alley w/big basket PACKED w/ rolled newspapers...haulin' a$$...goose-neck BROKE in two...weight of papers pulls me over front-end of bike haulin' boogie down this hill...don't remember stitches, but do recall BUSTIN' MY A$$!! :o ;)...

[willy]

AM radio listening to Wolfman Jack and Cousin Brucie 8) 8)

[willy]

I remember my first car, 65 VW bug, 38,000 miles and would run all day on $2.00 worth of gas and was the original party mobile. Cost me $600. Big bucks. $2.00 by the way was about four gallons :o I installed the new technology a eight track player and man I was a rockin fool from that point on ;)