This needs to be reported to the authorities ! Where are the helmets ? This is child abuse !
Burger, under the policies of the "freedom police" our parents would be serving hard time in Gitmo for all the atrocities they imposed upon us. Being free to drive our bikes from sunrise to sunset exploring the world without constant adult supervision is something they would not wish on their worse enemies. But that is the world a lot of us grew up in, and i thank God everyday that i grew up in the time that i did.
Back in the 60's we did that a lot. We used my dad's 62 chevy P U and car hoods from the early 50's. We would get some good speed in the cow pasture. I am from a very big family and the only injury was my younger brother with a broken leg. My mom and dad didn't have to serve hard time in Gitmo either.
(Burger, under the policies of the "freedom police" our parents would be serving hard time in Gitmo for all the atrocities they imposed upon us. Being free to drive our bikes from sunrise to sunset exploring the world without constant adult supervision is something they would not wish on their worse enemies. But that is the world a lot of us grew up in, and i thank God everyday that i grew up in the time that i did.)
I grew up in a small town like many of you and had this freedom. All my mother had to do was make a few phone calls and she knew were I was.
"Come home when the street lights come on."
That was the only rule.
When I was a little guy, my mom drove a 1939 Ford DeLuxe. Among my earliest memories is standing next to her on the front seat. When she hit the brakes she'd put her right arm up in front of me to hold me back.
She was lucky. Even after committing such an atrocity she was able to live out her life without being arrested and tried.
We used to use sleds and the old WW 2 Jeep. Later we used a C Allis tractor.Bud.
Hey Jay you are the man with all the old photos
Great pictures always. Tim
I learned to snow ski at the end of a rope behind a '57 Ford Fairlane. I've still got the scars to prove it.
One day I rode my bike all the way down to the end of the SP yards (about 2 miles) and didn't get back home until almost dinner time (I was probably 13 at the time. I was so worried I hadn't told Mom that I came in apologizing (had worried about it all the way home--uphill most of the way) and she said, "OH, I thought you were in your train room all this time!" (My train room was cabin 14 when it was closed for the winter, across the resort lawn from the house) What a disappointment!! She wasn't even worried about me!
The biggest thinqs we worried about were rattlesnakes and getting poison oak!
When I was about 10, I spotted an openwire phone lead running off the highway in Fall City
while on a Sunday drive with the parental units. So, a plan was made, and my friend and I set
out bright and early the next Saturday for Fall City on our Stingrays. We rode and rode and
rode and rode .... it didn't seem THAT far when riding in the car ! We picked a couple goodies
off the line and headed for home. It was just as far back. We rolled in just before dinner. Mom
never knew we left the neighborhood.
Years later I clocked the route off in my car to see just how far we rode ..... 45 miles, each way !
My parents actually sat us kids down and gave us the news, .... as long as the cops didn't come
knocking, they really didn't care what we did or where we went ! Not so sure the Fall City adventure
would not have got her fired up.