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Do they even make manuals anymore???
The third pedal is now considered an anti-theft system.
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Do they even make manuals anymore???
Sunday was something they called "The Lord's Day" and everything not God-related came to a halt. From a Calvinist family, puritanical... Altho Time has healed many things, I still resent the force-feeding of religion 24-7.. tis rare that a church-door sees me.
We used to get a big bag of Texas Busters and sit there lightin them off all day. Lucky to have any fingers left.As a kid I would go out the next morning after the 4th fire works show and search the grounds for unexploded ordnance.
When I was 13 or 14 my best friend got a new Performer and his brother got a Dyno. They thought they were hot $hit. I had an older Schwinn Predator with Hutch stickers on it that was set up more for BMX with lots of light parts. We stopped at Burger King in Hillsboro for drinks one day and leaned (stacked) out bikes out front. Came out maybe 3 minutes later and mine was gone. POS thieves actually moved their new GTs to steal my old Schwinn. It was a bittersweet win.Forgive him Lord, for he knows not what he speaks!
The GT Performer was the quintessential chick magnet in the late 80's when it came out. A "survivor" in that condition these days would bring $900.
Y'all need to watch/listen to this video...
Another thread got me to thinking about some of the stuff we did as kids or you just dont see it as much if at all now days. I remember riding our bikes everywhere as a kid. Setting up jumps to see who could fly the furthest. We would grab our poles and ride across town to go fishing. I cant count how many bb gun fights we had as kids. Going to the drive in was always a good time. In high school we had guns in our trucks incase there was a turkey to be had going home.
The good old days for sure. What did you do as kid..... Almost forgot putting your tongue on the frozen flag pole and yes we said the pledge of allegiance at that flag pole.
Well first off, outside was what we had to play with, and all that entailed.
All of the above including being introduced to music (rock n roll to be precise)....
We dressed like soldiers to played war in the woods and captured the enemy more times than we were captured.
Then girls and cars invaded my childhood...
Spent my Paper route money...
I love 21 pilots, they're awesome!
It's funny how our priorities change through the years. My younger girlfriend DEFINITELY has a different outlook on life than I do. But we teach each other things. As I told her dad one day when we were talking, I was smokin weed, surfin, and banging bubblegumes the day she was born... He just laughed....
Sometimes I feel like she's still in that young "euphoria" stage and I'm in the "GET OFF MY LAWN" stage.
I found a Sears Screamer 3 speed "Drag Bike" at a yard sale years ago for $10 bucks and am restoring it! Back in the early 70's it was THE bike all the cool cats rode, and I always wanted one back then!
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What, did they move all the sheep farms away in recent years?
Just kidding!
My 61 Impala didn't need a key to start. If you left it in a certain position, all you had to do was turn the key insert. It came factory that way. Never locked it up and it was original and cherry (1980's).
We were well off with my Dad making the money teaching or as Vice Principle in charge of DISCIPLINE. He used hack paddles and practiced on me and my brother. I still don't believe in using belts ever, but my Dad did break a 3/4" oak hack paddle over a students rear on the first swing. He made the kid wait while he went to the woodshop to make a new one, came back and gave him 4 more. It is a long story, but the kid deserved it.
We lived on a bay in Bremerton, so lots to do always. Always some kind of fish and crabs to catch. Moved to a 10 acre farm when I started High School. Built a 24x60 ft 1 1/2 story horse barn with my Dad and brother. Riding dirt bikes and my sister's horse. Practiced shooting in the lower 5 acres. Lots of trucks in the High School parking lot with rifles hanging in the rear window. Hunting a pack of wild dogs at night in the gravel pit.
We didn't have a lot of money, but our lives were great and full of good memories.