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Yes, we had Radio Flyer tri-cycles as well. But being heavy, slow, and full of chrome we left those for the boomers. My CHiPs Big Wheel was much faster.The trike I had as a child was all metal.
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Yes, we had Radio Flyer tri-cycles as well. But being heavy, slow, and full of chrome we left those for the boomers. My CHiPs Big Wheel was much faster.The trike I had as a child was all metal.
Real Men rode rugged metal tricycles, not the wussie plastic stuff !!!!Didn't see this one yet...
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You weren't cool unless your had the tassels from the handle bars. ?Real Men rode rugged metal tricycles, not the wussie plastic stuff !!!!
We also sat higher so we could see over the traffic !!!
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I'm too old for Big Wheels but they did look fun. I had my green Schwinn one-speed Sting Ray with banana sit and sissy bar.Didn't see this one yet...
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Did having a bell on my handle bars along with tassels make me a wussy. I went from my tricycle to a Columbia tank with one pedal at 5 years old. It was a girl's model I found at the dump and I would push it to the top of our hill, jump on and enjoy the ride with the crash at the end. There was lots of blood involved crashing to stop. Well worth it to be able to say I never used training wheels. After one crash my mom took me to our doctor and he was out working in his garden. Patched me up with his dirty hands and then went back to gardening as we left.You weren't cool unless your had the tassels from the handle bars. ?
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lol I had the metal bell you'd push with your thumb to ring it. Like you I had so many scrapes and gouges and rarely went to the Dr's. Except the time I was playing Superman inside. I would run through the kitchen and push the door open and jump off the back steps.Did having a bell on my handle bars along with tassels make me a wussy. I went from my tricycle to a Columbia tank with one pedal at 5 years old. It was a girl's model I found at the dump and I would push it to the top of our hill, jump on and enjoy the ride with the crash at the end. There was lots of blood involved crashing to stop. Well worth it to be able to say I never used training wheels. After one crash my mom took me to our doctor and he was out working in his garden. Patched me up with his dirty hands and then went back to gardening as we left.
Mom's were great back then. They were prepared handle most situations and didn't take us to the ER unless we really needed to go.lol I had the metal bell you'd push with your thumb to ring it. Like you I had so many scrapes and gouges and rarely went to the Dr's. Except the time I was playing Superman inside. I would run through the kitchen and push the door open and jump off the back steps.Wouldn't you know it that time my mom said "stop it or you're going to get hurt" is when I did. I missed the handle hit the door frame and my head went right through the glass. I had a huge piece of glass sicking in my ear and when I pulled it out the cartilage was hanging down like a piece of spaghetti. ? She called my uncle who was a cop and he rushed me to the hospital. That was the first of many dumb things I did that almost gave my poor mom a heart attack. lol
Never had a big wheel, but what I remeber of them, they usually had a flat spot on the front wheel from skidding to a stop and would then thump along as you peddled them.?Yes, we had Radio Flyer tri-cycles as well. But being heavy, slow, and full of chrome we left those for the boomers. My CHiPs Big Wheel was much faster.
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Mine was purple.I'm too old for Big Wheels but they did look fun. I had my green Schwinn one-speed Sting Ray with banana sit and sissy bar.
Man, I had so much fun with that bike when we lived in Lafayette, Louisiana.
My older sister had a Schwinn with the banana seat and tassels.I'm too old for Big Wheels but they did look fun. I had my green Schwinn one-speed Sting Ray with banana sit and sissy bar.
Man, I had so much fun with that bike when we lived in Lafayette, Louisiana.
Sounds like you had a great older sister that would pedal your butt around. My older sister got mad at me one Thanksgiving and grabbed mom's ceramic turkey platter off the counter. Snuck up behind me and slammed me in the head with it. Darn thing broke in 2 before I went black. It hurt and knocked me out but the beating dad gave her for trying to kill me hurt more I think. Mom bought a plastic platter after that. Mom's were good at solving problems without hurting feelings.My older sister had a Schwinn with the banana seat and tassels.
I used to ride around on the back with no shoes on. Neighbor lady would always yell at us, "youre gonna catch your foot in the spokes."
Later that summer I did.
We had plenty of those type moments too.Sounds like you had a great older sister that would pedal your butt around. My older sister got mad at me one Thanksgiving and grabbed mom's ceramic turkey platter off the counter. Snuck up behind me and slammed me in the head with it. Darn thing broke in 2 before I went black. It hurt and knocked me out but the beating dad gave her for trying to kill me hurt more I think. Mom bought a plastic platter after that. Mom's were good at solving problems without hurting feelings.
yes they did! as the hand me down kid my big wheel had about three flat spots... kinda like a square tire.?
Never had a big wheel, but what I remeber of them, they usually had a flat spot on the front wheel from skidding to a stop and would then thump along as you peddled them.?
And thus your nickname of "Toeless Doug"!My older sister had a Schwinn with the banana seat and tassels.
I used to ride around on the back with no shoes on. Neighbor lady would always yell at us, "youre gonna catch your foot in the spokes."
Later that summer I did.