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Originally Posted by GH85Carrera
My keys to freedom. That bike weighed about 50 pounds. OK slightly less. 
I had to have the frame welded back together a few times from to many jumps over curbs, and ramps. This photo is in front of our "house" on base at Maxwell AFB. It was a former barracks, that had several residences in one building. Just a fire wall bestrewn us and the neighbors. Dad was a Captain at the time.
I rode the base perimeter road on a regular basis. At one point it was at the end of the runway. It was cool to stand there as B-52s and C5As landed and coming just feet over our heads. There is a small cemetery in that area, with graves from the 1800s. |
I have been known to say that my driver’s license was the worst thing to happen to me!
I too rode my bike everywhere when I was a kid. Most ridden route was to the local pharmacy to buy model kits; probably 3 or 4 miles away. Rode to my friend’s house, summer school, Dairy Queen and to do my paper route.
Born in 68, so my sweet spot would have been the late seventies and early eighties.
Very subjective, but I would hazard a guess that the few decades before smart phones and social media hit hard would have been some of the best times to be a kid.