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I swear a kid takes their life in their hands just trying to ride a bicycle in the average neighborhood these days.
In my neighborhood a family seldom had more than one car or maybe a old PU truck the dad used every now and again, now the same houses have three or four, along with the rest of the newer build-outs in the area.
When I was a kid there were gaggles of kids riding their bikes in every neighborhood in town. Not today.
Unsafe. NO MASKS !!!
That's because the crackheads keep stealing them.I swear a kid takes their life in their hands just trying to ride a bicycle in the average neighborhood these days.
In my neighborhood a family seldom had more than one car or maybe a old PU truck the dad used every now and again, now the same houses have three or four, along with the rest of the newer build-outs in the area.
When I was a kid there were gaggles of kids riding their bikes in every neighborhood in town. Not today.
It isn't just the volume but the speed people go at in residential areas now. Everybody is always in too much of a rush. There is a street a couple over from me where the speed limit is 25 but people go 40-50 up and down that road regularly.
I bet the kid on the outside was the most industrious, he has a basket for collecting pop bottles.View attachment 657473
In the summer time we rode our bikes all over the neighborhood from dusk till dawn.
Notice something missing in the picture? Adults, kids could walk all over the neighborhood at Holloween not worrying about some progressive nutjob who would try to murder their children.View attachment 657473
In the summer time we rode our bikes all over the neighborhood from dusk till dawn.
Maybe he had a paper route. Remember those?I bet the kid on the outside was the most industrious, he has a basket for collecting pop bottles.
Oh yeah, I had saddle baskets as well as one on the front for my route.....Back then papers were no joke, they were thick.Maybe he had a paper route. Remember those?
My siblings and I grew up playing in creeks, the bay, riding our bikes down railroad tracks, using railroad bridges for monkey bars and otherwise living outside in the dirt and mud with spiders, snakes and you name it wild animals; ticks, bees, hellbenders, leeches, copperheads, and on and on. We were walking bruises.
Especially the Sunday edition.Oh yeah, I had saddle baskets as well as one on the front for my route.....Back then papers were no joke, they were thick.
Damn, sounds like my childhood. I was a creek/river rat.My siblings and I grew up playing in creeks, the bay, riding our bikes down railroad tracks, using railroad bridges for monkey bars and otherwise living outside in the dirt and mud with spiders, snakes and you name it wild animals; ticks, bees, hellbenders, leeches, copperheads, and on and on. We were walking bruises.