Did they ever use wooden t’ars? Solid rubber?
I can only imagine flying down a steep grade and a not so GOodyear letting go..
I ground my chest to a tender raw chunk on gravel chasing my sista in our ‘56 *heavy wagon once. I was a walking scab over a chunk of what was left. But, now they wear protective gear.
Here’s to a safe one!
Ah yes, still have very visible scars on my knees from my first (of many) bike crashes going down a hill too fast and hitting gravel.