Kids in the 70's: No knee pads, helmets, brakes or over-cautious soccer moms. That's just how we rolled.
I remember the Evel Knievel era well. We never understood the need for a landing ramp, and why it hurt so much when we landed.
The ice cream man is coming!
Good lord at the ridiculously dangerous bike ramps we made.
Piece of wood on a cinder block? That’s a ramp!
And my post below about the big wheel wipe out (ripping the brake after going what felt like 800 miles an hour)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJWEvP9gtww
We were born to mothers who smoked and drank
Slept in cribs painted in lead based paint...
Not that we shouldn’t learn how to be safer, but dang... how DID we survive?