Things are very “safe” now. They used to be a lot more fun. Herewith a glimpse into how it used to be:
Some of you will be able to remember this world. For others, who cannot, it is almost impossible to imagine such a world once existed. A world in which having fun was considered both desirable and normal – for kids especially. The kind of fun that happened when kids weren’t expected to wear helmets when they rode bicycles and when moms didn’t sic lawyers on companies that made wheelie bars for kids’ bikes.
Those who can remember this world remember that no kids wore helmets when they rode bikes in that once-upon-a-time. Even when they jumped them, as kids routinely did, then. Moms were not concerned. But they did love their kids. And wanted them to have fun – a big part of which is not being afraid.
Particularly of everything.
The whole idea of riding bikes – and popping wheelies and jumping bikes over ramps was to have fun. Not to worry about how “safe” it was – or wasn’t.
And it was.
Those who remember this world probably cannot remember anyone getting seriously hurt as a consequence of not wearing a helmet while they were riding their bike. Or even jumping it. Those of us who were lucky enough to have grown up in this world rode our bikes sans helmet practically every day. Because practically all of us jumped on our bikes as soon as we got home from school and took off on them, not to return until supper time.
No one thought to call child protective services because they saw a kid riding his bike alone – and not wearing a helmet. Because this was as normal – in that world – as kids canvassing the neighborhood by themselves (or with other kids) on Halloween, in search of as much free candy as they could haul home. Any kid whose mommy or daddy drove them from house to house, watching eagle-eyed as the kid was allowed the perilous 15-yard walk up to the door to get the candy would have been laughed out of school the next day.
The same would have happened to any kid who showed up wearing a helmet. Unless he was special.
It just wasn’t done – in part because parents didn’t think it needed to be.
Today, grown men wear helmets when riding their bikes.
But that was before parenting of grown men (and women) became the norm. Each began to parent the other, in a kind of strange dom vs. sub Safety Kabuki. The women usually coming out on top.
That was once the exception rather than the rule.
Today, the estrogenation – and emasculation – of Americans of both sexes is near-complete.
Adults were once allowed to have their kids sit up front, beside them, in their cars. Or in their laps, even. It wasn’t even a question of being allowed. People just did. Because most people didn’t used to think in such cloying, degrading terms in that long-ago world. Only ninnies and neurotics thought that way. And everyone else thought of them in just the same way.
Everyone who grew up in that world remembers how it was. How wonderful it was to be free to just do your thing as long as whatever it was didn’t involved things like stealing other people’s things, damaging other people’s things or harming other people. You used to have to be a criminal to have to worry about cops. They were not there to “keep us safe” – the mantra now commonly used. The significance of this mantra cannot be overstated.
Men – and it was once just men – became cops to protect the citizenry from criminals. Not to make other men buckle up. Such things degrade cops as well as citizens, turning the latter into a sort of mildly retarded child who is never allowed to grow up and the former into something like Nurse Ratched in the novel (and movie) One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s nest.
Try to imagine a world in which even when you did have to deal with a cop over something like a traffic offense, it was understood by both parties that it was not a criminal matter. And you were treated according. It was common to get out of your car after getting pulled over to go talk with the cop, who didn’t scream at you to get back in the car, now! while pointing a semi-auto pistol at your chest.
You’d have a conversation; not a hut! hut! hut!
What happened?
The ninnies and neurotics took over. Their fear of risk – which is ever-elaborating – began to be reflected in law.
Buckle up! became the law.
Before long, helmet laws for motorcycles came along; now you had to put them on, too. Of course, by then, kids had already stopped riding their bikes without them – not so much because it was now the law to wear a helmet when riding a bike but because the culture had changed and – effectively – made as reflexive to wear as it once was not to..
Safetyism was now the dominant culture.
Everyone is now very “concerned” – to use one of the common modifiers that often accompanies “safety.” As in concerned about the safety of . . .. (insert here). And everything else, too. Someone called. They saw something. And they said something. That is, they squealed about something. Probably nothing. Wanting something to come of it.
In the interests of safety.
Which always comes first.
. . .
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For a real look at life before all the safetyism, consider the Abernathy brothers, Louis and Temple. In the early part of the 20th century, they made several cross country trips, on horseback and motorcycle, without adult supervision. They rode on horseback from Oklahoma to NYC in 1910, when they were 10 and 6 years old. For the trip back they purchased a car, which they drove themselves, shipping the horses by train.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Abernathy_and_Temple_Abernathy
Can’t remember when but about 12 or 13 me and my younger brother discovered Estes Rockets and that did it for me. Spent several years of my childhood building and blasting off rockets into the stratosphere ( or so it seemed) and never once blew ourselves up much less the neighborhood.
We had a rather large yard as we lived in a rural setting and on some days it looked like Cape Canaveral.
Ahhhh….the smell of rocket exhaust
Haha!I remember those rockets! Spent many a day assembling and painting ’em. And the sound they made when ya’d light them off: “PPSSSSHHhhhhhhhhhh”. Those were the days! Today they’re refer to it as kids playing with incendiary terrorist devices!
Yep. Rockets; roman candles; lawn darts; those monster maker things that melted hot plastic, etc. etc. and we never once got hurt or anyone or anything else, nor started any fire (unintentional ones, anyway) because we realized that we were playing with things that could have consequences, and if we were caught once being irresponsible, our ability to play with such things would be revoked and or we’d be given a thrashing.
So we learned to be responsible at very young ages, and we learned the laws of physics very quickly, ’cause if we didn’t, it could hurt!
The election will be between Nikki Haley/Mike Pompeo vs Hitler Clitler/Kackles
What did you expect when you allow women the vote?
You get finger wagging safetyism with legalized theft, aka, Socialism.
This just in: Biden steps down and endorses Kackeling Kamala for president.
Get out the popcorn, should be fun to watch.
But disgracefully, Joe’s still barricaded in the White House, determined to continue impersonating the president.
As we used to say of the Clintons, if you kick them out the front door, they’ll come crawling back in through the basement window.
What is wrong with these people …
First summer with a drivers license we were off and running not just local.
Good friends family had a lake cabin about 2 hours away, dock, ski boat, dirt bikes.
Four of us would head out for the day no adults. We were trusted not to be idiots and to respect the opportunity provided to us for a fun summer. We would also mow the cabin lawn and do minor maintenance to keep the workload off his dad when the parents arrived for the weekend.
Raised my daughter with the same attitude, you’re a young person not a moron. Instilled the “learn from others mistakes, don’t need to repeat them!”
We need a new law requiring kids to wear mouth guards when playing checkers [Contemporary kid: “WTF are ‘checkers’?”] as you never know, a checker may just go flying off the board (I mean: A pixel might go flying off the app) and end up in their little mouth, causing them to choke!
This is precisely why the most recent couple of generations are so effeminate. A woman’s primary concern is security~safety. The safety cult has taught everyone to think like women, even if they’re not a woman. And like women, they will seek out the protection of a strong daddy or husband, -the state. This will cause them to be in an abusive relationship, because the state is not a nice guy, but rather is abusive, psychotic and violent. But these “women” will forever remain victims because they are convinced that the abuse they endure is better than not having any ‘protection’. It never occurs to them that the abuse that they suffer is as bad or worse than what might happen to them if they had no protector.
When I was a kid, there was this boy who lived near one of my cousins who had to wear a helmet all of the time because he was some kind of retard, and you never knew when he might suddenly just start banging his head against a wall. Since most other kids weren’t retarded, none of them ever wore a helmet. Today, they are all treated as though they were retards who might bang their head into the wall at any moment.
I keep banging my head against the wall because it feels so good when I quit.
Also, niggers are living proof indians fucked buffalo.
The real words you read on shit house walls.
Might be too crass and vulgar, but the words are there in the real world.
So there you go, first your money, then your clothes.
Down a dark narrow stairwell to a smoky strip mall basement pulsing in the glow of a hundred pinball wizards.
Ever since I was a young boy, I’ve played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton, I must have played them all
But I ain’t seen nothing like him in any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid …. sure plays a mean pin ball.
(The sound of crashing guitar chords)
Holy Cats big d,
I just sent a second cologard envelope with my SASE (RE:the mushroom spores embedded in the “proper medium”)….the last one got bushwhacked I reckon……
Anyhow I’ll send another with the following address:
One Oceanview Lane
Davy Jones Locker
Sargasso Sea
North Atlantic Ocean…
Its super ez…. I’m just 2 shipwrecks south of that Jonny Quest lizard men Laser Ray Gun…
Tell the delivery man to look for a Red light.
Hey Bud, I,m on my last case of Robitussin DM…please help!
“When I was a kid, there was this boy…who had to wear a helmet all of the time because he was some kind of retard, and you never knew when he might suddenly just start banging his head against a wall.”
Probably he had autism, which comes from vaccines. I used to work in a lab which adjoined an autism clinic. Sometimes the wall between us would shake because one of the autistic kids would slam his head against the wall. They do this to relieve pain.
Safety at any cost is not a price worth paying.
It becomes a police state in enforcement and nanny cars
I live in a master planned community that’s about 20 years old and many parents allow their kids as young as 7 and 8 years old to walk to the bus stop on their own including crossing the main street not in a crosswalk. Also, many elementary kids ride their bikes about a mile to the elementary school. We do have a separate dedicated bike path. Many parents consider our community to be very safe and we haven’t had any incidents thankfully.
It is my humble opinion that us boomers are of the last generation who took science and technology seriously, with a hunger to know how and why things work. Us boomers had electrical and mechanical systems that we could work on and improve on ourselves. Basic scientific principles were taught in school and reinforced with hands-on experimentation.
In today’s climate (and the climate of two previous generations) experimentation on the level of the 1950s and 1960s is seen as “too dangerous”. I can remember the chemistry sets of the day being sold with toxic compounds which could be used for nefarious (and fun) purposes. Such sets are banned today.
Watch the movie “Young Tom Edison” with Mickey Rooney. You’ll see why America was great. America was still going upwards. It shows one hell of a difference between the time periods then and now. Today kids are zombies swiping and poking at their sail phones looking for entertainment. They can’t read,,, write,,, add,,, subtract,,, and they and their parents could give a rats ass.
In that movie you will see an entirely different America than the sad sight it is today. Government during that period could kiss their ass. They didn’t need some asshole promising them they’ll be great again. They were great and they knew it. Today they kiss the governments ass. America is a parasite nation living off the worlds producers. Little Tom Edison would be in jail considered a terrorist in today’s Merica.
Yesterday the kids had a yearning for learning. Today its deviant sex and genderology.
You got a point there. It’s sad to see what’s happening to a lot of the kids. We have a lot of good kids in my community though, but what are their real prospects in this current civilization. Even the boomer gen was different and had many opportunities and prospects. I grew up in Hawaii surfing and even though i was counter culture, I did something. i learned how to and manufactured surfboards. How many today can say they actually manufacture something? The only thing may people know how to do today is destroy stuff.
“ How many today can say they actually manufacture something? “
Grandson is an airplane enthusiast, me, Gramps worked aerospace for 35 years. Grandson likes the WWII stuff.
I was always fascinated with the B29 bomber, at the time the most complex aircraft ever built. Seattle Museum of Flight has a cutaway display of a B29 engine, amazing machine even today.
The Boeing Renton build plant:
“ By August 1944, the Renton plant employed approximately 7,500 individuals, including 2,550 women and 2,010 men on the production line, with the rest mostly being women in administrative positions.
The facility was able to assemble 160 B-29 Superfortress bombers per month by July 1945”
Better than 5 PER DAY of the most complex aircraft of WWII, just in one facility. Production peak nationwide was July 1945 at 375 per month. Let that sink in – mostly new people in the factories, no computers to help manage things, just men and women that were not idiots, were hard working and learned quick.
Source: https://nuclearcompanion.com/data/boeing-b-29-production/#production-figures
Meanwhile today it’s a struggle to build A MISSLE that’s been in production for decades. Just, a missle.
https://www.zerohedge.com/military/us-japan-patriot-missile-production-hits-snag-shortage-boeing-part
We’re screwed in the modern era.
Boeing went from that to “If it’s Boeing I’m not going.”
Back then the company was managed by real engineers. Now it’s managed a thousand miles away in Chicongo, by pencil and paper pushers.
They still have two “astronauts” stranded in the space station.
And,…..the whistle blowers are exposing what’s really going on at both plants.
And it was all designed with slide rules and hand drawings. And it was more reliable than todays computer optimized junk, because efficiency and cheapness were less valuable than effectiveness and economy.
Big S,
Check out The Museum of The United States Air Force…
at Wright Patterson AFB…Dayton Ohio….THE PREMIER USA,USA MILITARY AVIATION MUSEUM.
All aviation assets of the USAAF/USAF are on pristine display at the location…..
Check out ALL MIC Air assets….B36 (Peacemaker)… B47…B58..etc ,etc
What hit me the most was the large difference between the size of the C-46 “Commado” and C-47 “Gooney Bird”.
In Short…The Museum is “Kick Ass!”….
Ahem….If you are in “FLY OVER COUNTRY”…..Go check it out. Ha, Ha….
Have to agree anarchyst,
I built an FM stereo receiver from an Eico kit back in the 60’s – discrete components, no pc boards – that still works today. A few years back I got a great deal on some high end stereo equipment at a thrift store in Florida while I was down there visiting my sister (in January of course 😆). I bought a small suitcase specifically to carry it onboard the plane going home rather than trust the baggage handling gorillas. Well the TSA-holes pulled me aside and wanted to know what it was; my reply was “what, you’ve never seen a stereo system before? Evidently not, I had to convince them it wasn’t some kind of bomb. Hard to believe most kids nowadays are satisfied with the limited acoustic range from their iPods.
I went retro about two years ago. Restored the JVC turntable then drug out my 45 year old home built speakers. Worked, but the speakers a bit dull – read up on crossover rebuilding. Replaced the electrolytic capacitors with good quality film caps wow that did the trick! Final bump was a ribbon type set of tweeters. Turntable also got a spendy but worth it new cartridge. Sure easy on the ears that old vinyl with my fix ups and a new 300B tube amp. Grandson was a sceptic he’d never heard a quality vinyl recording- “wow Gramps that’s amazing sound!”
When I was around 15 or 16 I bought a Heathkit guitar amp. When I finished building it, I used it for a couple years playing in a little band. It actually wasn’t a bad little amp.
I used to call Heathkits griefkits because I would repair them for others that didn’t work after being assembled by others. From an early age I was good at electronic repairs (component level) and actually created an FM transmitter that I played guitar through possibly the first wireless guitar unit in existence. My fellow bandmates still talk about it.
Heathkits were very well designed and even today, are prized in the electronics world.
In 2008 I ordered a FM stereo transmitter “kit”. Figured these days, take their board add the controls and an antenna easy peasy! Arrg – opened the box a gazillion resistors, capacitors, and stuff I’d never seen back in the 1967 “Transistor Project Book” days spilled out!
It took two weeks and literally hundreds of soldered connections but that circuit board didn’t beat me. Had to get a magnifying glass for the tiny color code resistors and caught several soon to be fatal flaws.
It worked! No go backs it worked like a champ. My trusty 1968 25 watt iron and same vintage electrical solder did the job.
Saaaaaafety, bitchez: ‘Lunch Atop a Skyscraper,’ New York Herald-Tribune, Oct 2, 1932.
https://voyagerofhistory.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/lunch_atop_a_skyscraper.jpg?w=1024
No helmets, no harnesses, no safety nets.
And a pint bottle.
I was maybe 8 years old when I first had a accident on a bike.
We would climb the hill then coast down the hillside for the fun to go as fast as you could.
I hit a bump on the way down the hill and fell to the ground, at a good speed, you hit kind of hard.
The fork split, the front wheel free-wheeled down the hill and I had a road rash on my left arm.
You still laugh and joke about it, you’re okay, but the experience can be kind of frightening.
You ride like the wind to be free again.
The a rock and roll band like Kansas rocks your world.
… an accident…
Then a rock and roll band…
I need to start drinking more.
“You still laugh and joke about it, you’re okay, but the experience can be kind of frightening.”
….and you learn the laws of physics on a personal level, as well as cause and effect, and the ability to weigh cost vs. benefit. You learn to manage risk; you learn to judge and evaluate situations and make intelligent choices. If you’re at all good, you learn to be able to march right up to that line between success and failure, and stay on the right side of it. You become a competent adult from learning via experiencing the consequences of your actions.
Kids of the last couple of generations are missing that.
Given the bastardization of safety over the past few decades (if not longer) into Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaafety, it could be used as justification for all sorts of sinister things the government and billionaire psychopaths wish to do to us……examples include vaccine passports, draconian climate change measures (think draconian COVID measures on steroids), 15 minute cities, CBDCs, digital ID, closing down small farms and small business, forcing everyone to eat bugs and frankenfood, fighting for Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeev, etc.
Yep, those were better times! Back then, the school bus didn’t stop door to door delaying traffic. We had one stop in the neighborhood and you had better be there ready or the driver would leave you. Skateboards in the streets were common too. I gave that a try one time and it didn’t work too well for me. It would be nice to fire up that Delorean and get the hell back to 1985 and stay there!
How I miss those days! We rode on the side of the road out of traffic and cars/drivers gave us space when passing. Around here the saaaaaafety cultists have made driving more dangerous and annoying by taking two lane roads and adding bike lanes separated by Jersey barriers, medians, and other such obstructions. Can’t wait to see how that works out after a big snowstorm. Additionally the bike lane is against the curb, so if you need to park your car is right next to the travel lane with little clearance to open the door and get out without being mowed down by the traffic. These busybodies are ruining life as we knew it.
Walked about 1/2 mile to school k-3. I think mom walked me to the crossing guard on the first day to make sure I got there.
Never even knew there were bike helmets. No one would be caught dead wearing one.
Nobody had pads and helmets for skateboarding.
We got kicked out the house in summer and mom didn’t want to see us until dinner.
These days 1 out of 40 million kids has something happen and now there’s a law. Living life to the least common denominator.
At 12 years old I was out surfing every day a quarter mile in the ocean with just a couple of my buddies at a spot called Shithole. Then I graduated to surfing at Secrets, the perfect wave. It was secret for a while anyway. Parents? They were just glad I was out of the house.
I broke my arm in third grade. Why? Cuz I was climbing an unstable ladder to get pecans to throw at my brother. As young bucks we did everything Eric mentioned. We also ran tractors and farm equipment.
The nannies would’ve shit themselves watching what we called normal everyday life.
Oh, in my neck of Dixie and at that time all boys carried pocketknives. That’s because most boys were farm kids. The same knife that would open a bag of feed was used to dig fingernails, open an oil can, and then peel an apple. Cleaning it meant running each side along your shirt or pants.
Also useful for cleaning the grouse you shot with your 22 pistol. Or it was for me anyway…
For that matter the last time I saw anyone riding a bicycle without there hands on the bars was a kid texting as for myself I do ride no hands but at my age I don’t bounce like I used to.
I’ve still got my lawn darts for that matter. Toys are a lot more fun I think if there is a slight risk of injury. Use your head and have a swell time or be an idiot and get hurt, either way a lesson is taught or learned.
Anyone here ever lengthened the forks on their bicycle to make it look like a chopper back in the ’70’s? Nice to look at, a bit harder to turn and subject to stress cracks at the steering head but hey we were kids and not metallurgical engineers. Fun times!
Yup! I had a chrome chopper bicycle with long fork extenders, big banana seat and a tall sissy bar. That thing looked so cool but could be quite tricky to ride. Had to have some skills lol.
Speaking of lawn darts…which have been deemed unsafe by the safety freaks, the same can be said for horseshoes which have been replaced by cornhole setups.
I still prefer horseshoes to cornhole….
Cornhole is for wimps and sissies.
Even the name cornhole sounds faggoty
“ Even the name cornhole sounds faggoty “
OK it’s not just me. I cannot fathom why that name stuck for ”that” game!
Never label something with a name with a disgusting second definition.
Me and my brother grew up in the pre-safety world. We didn’t even own fucken bicycle helmets, that’s completely gay. We did have motocross gear and not a terrible lot of it, we didn’t have a lot of money.
I always wondered growing up, hearing the cops shriek about safety, “who the fuck gave these assholes the job of safety??” I mean, the entire government, not just the pigs using it as an excuse.
And that was back then, before it grew into an insane asylum. Cuckoo’s Nest is perfect. That’s what it is! The people running the asylum are wrong in the head and plenty of the people are nuts, to be sure.
It’s so tedious, the way they’ve made everything become.
Is life even worth living without occasional or even frequent risk?
There is something exhilarating about walking the edge.
A number of war correspondents have said they never felt more alive than when they were in the middle of a battle.
When one takes risks, they appreciate their life all the more.
Breaking a bone makes one appreciate not having a broken bone. A thing I’ve experienced a number of times.
My former wife was deathly afraid of being stung, and once refused to go outdoors because there were bees or wasps out there. I told her not to live her life in fear, else why bother living?
I’ve walked the edge many times, and sometimes paid the price for it. A price worth paying.
No one is ever “safe”. Life is a terminal disease.
Cuckoo’s Nest, Josie Wales and Cool Hand Luke, all you need to watch to understand Humanity vs. The State.
Nurse Rached, Capt. Red Legs Terrell & The Captain, all played to their exquisitely evil nature by some great actors.
Orwell and Huxley might be OK for science fiction but, these three capture tyranny in all its reality based inglorious nature.
YES, I have fond memories of how I felt when I learned to wheeile! You were embarrassed to show your face with your crew if you couldn’t wheelie your bike. I remember thinking how cool it was to do a 90 degree wheelie on my spyder bike… 🙂
Oh, and there is hope! When I was out riding my bike recently, I saw some young guy on a green mountain bike on the street. He had his feet on the seat, and his right hand on the handlebars. He then proceeded to lift his left leg up in the air, ballet style, all while balancing the bike-MOST IMPRESSIVE! At 62, I no longer have the nerve for that, as it’s easier to injure myself and takes a longer time to heal. Nevertheless, it was good to see someone stunting on a mountain bike… 🙂
An ounce of prevention as they say…
Broken limbs were a thing too. Not a tragedy understand, just a thing that happened to kids when they got a little too close to the edge. We all saw it happen and learned from Donny’s mistake. And didn’t do what Donny did.
I think the skate parks were where a lot of this stuff began. When Tony Hawk got caught by the mainstream, kids bought skateboards and moved into the brutalist architecture plazas. No kneepads necessary. When they got injured, well now mom shows up at the council meeting to complain, and the town lawyer starts talking about “attractive nuisances.” So the public works department started epoxying metal strips on all the flat surfaces, managing to make public spaces even less appealing.
The town used to have a pool, but it got too expensive to operate in the 1980s so they shut that down. So they took that end of the parking lot and made it into a skate park. The kids liked it better anyway because they could play “Dogtown” in an environment designed for tricks and such. But you had to be driven to the skate park, and the city lawyer wasn’t about to let you loose on raw concrete. So you had to be “protected.” Most kids go through phases, and that was one. After spending more time on their butts than in the air, they move on to something a little easier like the Tony Hawk video game.
Donny? We had Ralphie. He got hit by a car whilst riding his bike recklessly through a parking lot. Ended up in a full body cast. A helmet would not have helped in the least. He eventually recovered. That did more to teach the rest of us to be concerned with actual safety than anything else (We were not even there though).
Don’t dare getting broken bones today…. the hospital/doctor bills will impoverish you.
‘You can’t do a real wheelie without a wheelie bar.’ — Wham-O
That’s just TeeVee talk for the dim-witted, of course. A wheelie bar is training wheels. You can’t do a real wheelie till you ditch the crutch and learn to balance indefinitely on one wheel.
It takes a moment to process what seems so ‘off’ about the Wham-O ad, nearly sixty years on: posses of barefoot white kids, just goofing around in the street to pass the summer. That was real life. But ads with this all-Caucasian, free-range youth demographic can’t be made anymore, if such neighborhoods still exist.
Nor do ‘educators’ allow boys to amuse themselves with images of fuel-guzzling dragsters ripping shreds in the ozone layer. That’s environmental anathema. Today such juvenile climate deniers would be kicked out of school. Then they could do a 2024 TikTok remake of the Wham-O ad, wheelying round the neighborhood shooting out the lights with mocking cries: ‘SAFETY, bitchez! Eat lead! MWA HA HA HA! Poom! Poom! Poom!‘
“ Nor do ‘educators’ allow boys to amuse themselves with images of fuel-guzzling dragsters ripping shreds in the ozone layer “
High school, 1972. Buddies dad drove dragsters and got hooked up with a local car dealer’s new race team. At a school assembly they opened the gym big double doors and rolled in a top fuel dragster. Fired that bad boy up and racked the throttle several times, flames and smoke and that glorious V8 straight pipe noise INSIDE the gym! The screams of joy, the hooting and hollering were outstanding.
America, where art thou?
Now, he only drag you’ll see near a school is from the trannies (And I’m not talking TurboHydromatic 350s or T-4s!)
PS: Got to see Knievel jump at Seattle International Raceway in 1970!
https://youtu.be/G55Is9YrolA?feature=shared