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Yeah. And who is the prick snapping the picture, John Wayne Gacy?
Actually, I’d like to give a shout out to the last young feller lying down on the left! He got nads! Or, had ’em.
He had the good sense to place his left hand on his waist, in case he needed to cover the boys.
Ahhh, the Glorious 70’s, when kids were still allowed to learn by means of painful trial and error.
Nobody in this picture was confused about being a boy or a girl.
Ivor…seriously! Stop taking long absences. Work, family, life…that all can wait. Your presence is needed here. Priorities!
I’ll try harder 🙂
Ain’t that the truth!
Couldn’t help but notice the girls seemed to have better sense.
I’m pretty sure that’s me.
Not the one on the porch, the one laying down face up on the street wearing the Bobo’s.
Bobo’s, they make your feet feel fine.
Bobo’s, they’re just a dollar ninety-nine.
Good times.
I remember coming up on a group playing around with a ramp like that. I gave it a try, landed on the front wheel and rode that thing for what seemed a 1/2 block before the back wheel came down. Would have been about ’73.
It made my bike go faster!
Banana seat, sissy bar and ape hangers on a two-speed schwinn.
and monkey bars…
Had one. Put it on an ‘automatic’ two speed. Remember those? What a time to live.
With a sissy bar
The pride of my youth and the best Christmas present I ever received.
Outrageously over priced at $110.
Thanks Feral.
That pic brought back memories of a wonderful childhood.
We were death defying stuntmen (the boys & girls) everyday!!!
Our ignorance of fear, the laws of physics (and most everything else) was bliss!!!
We were happy!!!
Simply. Too funny.
Our favorite bike game? BIKE GOLF! Large gravel area. Dig your own hole for your goal. Grab your favorite club and saddle up. Toss out a golf ball in the middle. Ride like the wind and get the ball in your goal. Aftermath, bandaids and a few new bicycle spokes for everyone. Add Cokes for energy resupply.
We played boulevard baseball … with a tennis racket and tennis ball. There was one huge redhead in the neighborhood. This guy could wack it a mile.
I loved our original game Tackle Frisbee.
Alternate game! Need rope, small chain and several of the guys. Find bumble bee nest in top of building and pull it down with rope or chain. RUN!!! The slowest gets the most stings and loses the game.
I did the same thing with my stingray bike in the 1970’s. Evel Knievel was my hero. When we were done we would drink out of the garden hose.
The girls all were amazed at the one on the bike, when the ones on the ground were at risk. So much could have gone wrong (look at the ramp support), but that was part of the learning curve
Whoever dreamed up this insanity — including the folks watching and photographing it — must have never seen Friday Fail here at TBP …
I was a ‘free range kid’. My parents loved us enough to let us go…
I tell younger adults that I started school at 4yo and was NEVER driven to school or picked up by my parents unless I got sick or injured or had a doctors appointment, including my first day at school. They are beyond belief.
I was walking to school and friends’ houses alone quite a ways away when I was 5. I think that it must have been normal back then.
Ditto.
You could see the roof of the school across the fields and we crossed it both ways no matter the weather, about a half mile each way.
I’d get home from school, mom would throw us out until supper and just said be good! Come home dirty and sometimes bloody and got tsked at and told to clean up. Shit, at least didnt have to walk uphill to school both ways like my dad! lol
One girl shows up and you’re hanging upside down on the monkey bars. This is what happens when 4 or 5 show up….