Bravo. I hadn’t thought of the Green Machine in years. Not that I ever had one. We had to play with broken glass when I was a kid. One summer we had a stick. That was great, until the homeowner’s association took it away from us.
You only had broken glass and a stick! We had mercury and asbestos to play with.
When I was four, some Grampa took my stick away from me and hit me with it. I wanted to cry, but the HOA had a “no-crying” clause.
He never found out about my other stick . . .