I had all those perks of ‘60s youth too. We’d run all over the neighborhood and only came home when it was dinnertime. Seems every Stingray had a baseball mitt slung over the handlebar just in case of a pickup game in one of the fields at the school across the street. Nobody wore helmets, knee pads or elbow pads. If you fell, you got your a** up off the ground, dusted off, then got back in your bike.
A long-past era...