Kids today suck because the stupid and the weak aren’t weeded out by Jarts.
Standing up in the front seat of the car between my parents. The only seat belt was an arm.
Most stores being closed on Sundays
having to rewind videos before returning them to blockbuster
Playing outside until dark as a little kid
Having your Mom open up the front door and yell at the top of her lungs “DINNER!!!”
[quote]doogie wrote:
Kids today suck because the stupid and the weak aren’t weeded out by Jarts.[/quote]
We would actually take those things out on the lawn and launch them as high as we could, without watching their flight path, and wait to see where they landed.
I guess that means I’m supposed to be here.
[quote]fiftyplus wrote:
No idea. I did not eat them then and do not eat them now. How is that for wisdom to pass on?
My guess is they were larger and cheaper in the 70’s[/quote]
You talking about the bush or the burgers?
[quote]countingbeans wrote:
[quote]audiogarden1 wrote:
How much bush is too much bush?[/quote]
Anything more than a landing strip… Is too much.
I’ll make exceptions for the following:
- mom’s of young kids…
- Spontaneous hookup’s. If you didn’t know it was coming
- You’re waiting for your next wax/appointment got canceled. [/quote]
We’re in complete agreement.
I dont even like landing strips, i like them hardwood floors baby.
And what makes you think i was talking about she-bush and not he-bush?
[quote]SexMachine wrote:
I like to hear people reminiscing about the good old days. My parents made the 50’s sound like paradise.[/quote]
They were, as long as you weren’t black. Or a Jew. Or Catholic. Or a woman. Or gay.
But besides that, they were wonderful.
[quote]Test Icicle wrote:
[quote]SexMachine wrote:
I like to hear people reminiscing about the good old days. My parents made the 50’s sound like paradise.[/quote]
They were, as long as you weren’t black. Or a Jew. Or Catholic. Or a woman. Or gay.
But besides that, they were wonderful.
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Really? My parents were Catholics and they liked it. And we didn’t have segregation in my country. Maybe you’ve been misinformed.
[quote]SexMachine wrote:
Really? My parents were Catholics and they liked it. And we didn’t have segregation in my country. Maybe you’ve been misinformed. [/quote]
I would imagine the Aussie experience was very different from the experience in the States.
But very well, back to jump seats and GI Joes.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
[quote]Test Icicle wrote:
They were, as long as you weren’t black. Or a Jew. Or Catholic. Or a woman. Or gay.
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Strongly disagree but the reasons why aren’t in line with the purpose of this thread.
It’s really awesomely uncool to try and turn this thread into something that would need to be moved to PWI. Go whine over there; start a thread THERE about how terrible life was in the 50’s in America for these groups.[/quote]
Thank you pushharder. Maybe a thread not hijacked to shit for awhile.
Loved to go to the drive-in movies. Horror, Space, and Clint Eastwood all night marathons on Fridays in the summer. Lawn chairs and coolers. Mattresses in the back of pickups. Buy one/get one tickets meant a LOT of teenagers. Not so much a make out night as meet new girls night.
OP I thought the Burger King Whopper trumped the Big Mac back then - being ‘flame broiled’ and all.
Look up school pictures or magazines from that era and one thing that really stands out is how slim the general population was. A kid with 15% body fat was teased even shunned for being the fat kid. The middle aged have no bellies, double chins, wide asses,etc that seem to e the rule today
This bike was tricked out - 5 speed with big shifter, handle brakes, banana seat,shocks, sissy bar, whew!
You’re right treco. If someone had a “condition” that made them fat no one doubted them. Mc D, BK, or mom and pop joints were a treat not everyday.
I remember people putting 4 or more fork tubes on their bikes to stretch them out. Some extended the handlebar tubes and seats up 3-4 ft.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
[quote]ouroboro_s wrote:
…This was late '60s early '70s. I remember a lot of playing in the woods, building forts, riding bikes on dirt roads; generally a bunch of kids living a ‘Lord of the Flies’ type of existence on the weekends…
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Yep.
exploring the woods
building forts
playing war
riding bikes with banana seats more in one month than modern kids probably ride in their entire youth
playing tackle football
never wearing shoes in summertime except to church
watching in awe as Neil Armstrong stepped foot on the moon on live black and white television
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That would be my list, With the exception of the last one. I was only five months old, and I don’t think we even had a television until I was in grade school.
[quote]ouroboro_s wrote:
Don’t mistake these for the good old days though. They were just different days.[/quote]
Exactly.
What’s terrifying is that this time, right now, will in the far future be looked back fondly upon by someone as being “the good old days”.
[quote]treco wrote:
This bike was tricked out - 5 speed with big shifter, handle brakes, banana seat,shocks, sissy bar, whew![/quote]
My boys have an Orange Krate and Lemon Peeler from their grandfather. The bikes get a ton of attention.
Their grandfather has about a dozen more in never used condition including the Cotton Picker.
The “good old days” here were people remembering what was fun. No one was saying the world was perfect. There were actually good times and that was what everyone was talking about.
Someone please start a fucking thread about how horrible it was growing up. Everybody knows the world sucks ass and is a terrible place.
I’ll talk about the first time I got in a real knife fight at 12. How about being beat so bad, because I was a half breed, that my ribs were broken and I couldn’t open one eye for a week. I was fucking 8 yrs old. Is that what you want to hear about?
Why can’t we just have a little fun without someone shitting on it?
I don’t think anyone is shitting on anything.
A lot of what was fun (no car seats, standing on the transmission hump) was able to happen because we lived in an imperfect world. It doesn’t mean our parents loved us any less to acknowledge that.
Moving on, someone mentioned drive-in movies. I saw Star Wars for the first time in 1977 at a drive in. It was amazing.
I had a paper route as a kid and used to have to go around once a month to collect subscription money ($1.10 for the month). It made my day when people would give me $1.25 and let me keep the change. Twenty houses like that, and I could buy a new Rapala. Orange Rapalas used to kill the bass at a little pond by my house.
One of the houses on the lake was undergoing renovation by a crew of mostly Chinese workers. They’d give me $.50 for every carp I caught and they would eat them for lunch. That was big money for a 13 year old.