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re: The 1980s were a decade of neglect
Posted on 7/15/21 at 1:29 pm to BruslyTiger
Posted on 7/15/21 at 1:29 pm to BruslyTiger
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If you haven't pedaled a bike that had these gnarly pedals with bare feet as hard and as fast as you can, have you even lived?
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Posted on 7/15/21 at 1:31 pm to mdomingue
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The times when I grew up were so much better, made us better people, created character. These kids now days, so soft.
Signed,
Every single generation ever
Very true, and dead on.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 1:32 pm to TxTiger82
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Well a GIF isn't exactly the clearest form of communication.
1st day on here?
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Regardless, I stand by my point. Compared to Gen X, Millennials had relatively engaged parents. They were not helicopter parents who monitored their children 24/7, but rather they were engaged parents who structured their children's day with activities and such.
Okay, whatever makes you sleep better at night. Being that my sister is from your generation and numerous cousins, I see your generation being more insecure as a whole. Also, my oldest is from your generation, I wasn't a helicopter parent to her. Don't misconstrue that to be disengaged. Kids didn't and don't need parents up their arse 24/7.
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I think you more or less willfully misinterpreted that argument. If you disagree, by all means feel free to elaborate about the reasons why.
First thing wrong is you thought. This whole argument of the best generation is complete horseshite but as we have moved on with life, the later generations are lacking in way more than the one's that came before it.
Anyway, come back with something witty and clever. I'll be waiting.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 1:51 pm to musick
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If you haven't pedaled a bike that had these gnarly pedals with bare feet as hard and as fast as you can, have you even lived?
Try pedaling with just the center part, when a dog is chasing you. Good times.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 1:53 pm to musick
I personally loved when you would slip off of them and they would fly around the other side and slam into your shin
Awesome feeling
Awesome feeling
Posted on 7/15/21 at 1:54 pm to Deactived
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I personally loved when you would slip off of them and they would fly around the other side and slam into your shin
Awesome feeling
First time I got stitches was because of this.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 2:04 pm to DemonKA3268
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Try pedaling with just the center part, when a dog is chasing you. Good times.
So true!Posted on 7/15/21 at 2:18 pm to Smoke Ring
And trick or treating for hours. No time limit
Also, I grew up off of Frenchtown Rd. Had unlimited acres of woods to explore and get into mischief. Never caused destruction to other peoples property, well, not intentionally. We hunted and fished wherever we could.
I tell my son I feel sorry for him that he didn't grow up in my era.
Also, I grew up off of Frenchtown Rd. Had unlimited acres of woods to explore and get into mischief. Never caused destruction to other peoples property, well, not intentionally. We hunted and fished wherever we could.
I tell my son I feel sorry for him that he didn't grow up in my era.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 2:22 pm to musick
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If you haven't pedaled a bike that had these gnarly pedals with bare feet as hard and as fast as you can, have you even lived?
I have a scar on the back of my leg from when my foot slipped off and the metal death trap pedals took a chunk out of me.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 2:24 pm to boxcarbarney
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I have a scar on the back of my leg from when my foot slipped off and the metal death trap pedals took a chunk out of me.
Damn things were like cheese graters on the shins.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 2:31 pm to musick
and getting your barefoot pinched on the center part if that was all that was left. Seems that little washer on the outside would always find a way to get you
Posted on 7/15/21 at 3:17 pm to Gawnfishin
This thread got me thinking about how much me and my friends would ride our bikes. We used to ride from Woodlake Estates in Kenner (brah) to Williams Blvd along the bike path behind the levee, stop at the Circle K for snacks (when we were a little older, we found out that we could buy cigarettes by telling the cashier that we were getting them for our mom), take Williams to W. Esplanade, stop at the mall for video games food and hitting on the girls, then head back home. A little over 8 miles.
If we were especially bored, we'd ride from Kenner to the NOLA lakefront.
If we were especially bored, we'd ride from Kenner to the NOLA lakefront.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 4:06 pm to boxcarbarney
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This thread got me thinking about how much me and my friends would ride our bikes.
Was our way of life. Kids ride bikes these days but never really very far.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 4:27 pm to Gawnfishin
quote:you grew up where we did
gawnfishin
Posted on 7/15/21 at 4:44 pm to boxcarbarney
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Kenner (brah) to Williams Blvd
Don't lie, you know you stopped over at the Holidome and finger banged some 80's hoes. I did that shite and wasn't even from Kenner Brah. Holidome was like fishing with dynamite for Nola uptown girls.
Posted on 7/15/21 at 5:19 pm to DemonKA3268
This thread brings back great memories. I remember riding my bike for miles looking for glass coke bottles to return for deposit in roadside ditches. We would go to the store and buy all the penny candy we could. We walked a couple miles to go fishing in bar pits when it was 100+ degrees. We didn’t get hot too much because we didn’t have an air conditioner in the house till I was 17-18 only an attic fan. We was used to being outside all day playing waffle ball, fishing or playing capture in the woods with a bunch of other kids. You came home when the street lights came on at dusk. That was how you could tell supper was ready. We was tough as a boot full of barbed wire and didn’t know it. Good times.
Posted on 7/16/21 at 8:19 am to mudcat tiger
Posted on 7/16/21 at 8:28 am to TxTiger82
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A latchkey kid, or latchkey child, is a child who returns to an empty home after school or a child who is often left at home with no supervision because their parents are away at work.
My parents divorced when I was in 5th grade. I was home alone every day from then until I graduated high school in '92. The summers in our neighborhood was basically Lord of the Flies caliber shenanigans. Since I was the oldest of three brothers, I also became dad to my little brothers. We all grew up quick. I had my first job at 13.
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2004 marketing study, "went through its all-important, formative years as one of the least parented, least nurtured generations in U.S. history."
This would certainly apply to me and the vast majority of the kids I grew up with. Oddly, most all of these people grew up to be successful adults with successful marriages and became dutiful parents.
Posted on 7/19/21 at 9:47 pm to Aubie Spr96
Man I love this thread and these post.
I have 3 major concussions and at least 40 to 50 stitches, one broken leg, (holy shite that cast itched like a crazy mfer and smelled like dog shite). We all had battle scars, and I remember those fricking peddles.
We used to have evil knevil bike jumping contest and if you foot slipped or got knocked off the peddle that mfer would rip up your leg. Anyone, else have the front tire come off? I had this happen flying down hill at the lake one summer and it sent me flying over the handlebars and skidding down the hot gravel road shirtless of course. ( we barely wore clothes (shorts) in the Summer time) I had gravel stuck all into my bloody arse back. Another buddy lost a wheel on a jump and ended up with a broken wrist. The winner of the evil contest, (I think on my bike) jumped clean over the ramp past the ditch into the fence. True Knevil (so) style. Broken arm but he was laughing his arse off as we were all congratulating him, high fives etc. He was the champ. That story went on long after the cast came off.
The BB gun wars. Remember well no shooting in the face. You had to keep that shite quiet, or it was everyone’s arse m.
We also did annual bottle rock war that went on for years. Some very minor injuries but very minor bumps and bruises and best part no one ever got mad and starting fighting. We all knew the risk going in.
Climbing on roofs, cutting through houses. Everyone made these little tubes to shoot with. We allowed Roman candles and m80s too. Everyone had a bad with about same shite in it and you tried to capture or blow up the other teams guys war bag. You would see that glow when one got hit and then it was run for cover.
Best part, we did this right in middle of town, no one called the cops etc. Ever
I have 3 major concussions and at least 40 to 50 stitches, one broken leg, (holy shite that cast itched like a crazy mfer and smelled like dog shite). We all had battle scars, and I remember those fricking peddles.
We used to have evil knevil bike jumping contest and if you foot slipped or got knocked off the peddle that mfer would rip up your leg. Anyone, else have the front tire come off? I had this happen flying down hill at the lake one summer and it sent me flying over the handlebars and skidding down the hot gravel road shirtless of course. ( we barely wore clothes (shorts) in the Summer time) I had gravel stuck all into my bloody arse back. Another buddy lost a wheel on a jump and ended up with a broken wrist. The winner of the evil contest, (I think on my bike) jumped clean over the ramp past the ditch into the fence. True Knevil (so) style. Broken arm but he was laughing his arse off as we were all congratulating him, high fives etc. He was the champ. That story went on long after the cast came off.
The BB gun wars. Remember well no shooting in the face. You had to keep that shite quiet, or it was everyone’s arse m.
We also did annual bottle rock war that went on for years. Some very minor injuries but very minor bumps and bruises and best part no one ever got mad and starting fighting. We all knew the risk going in.
Climbing on roofs, cutting through houses. Everyone made these little tubes to shoot with. We allowed Roman candles and m80s too. Everyone had a bad with about same shite in it and you tried to capture or blow up the other teams guys war bag. You would see that glow when one got hit and then it was run for cover.
Best part, we did this right in middle of town, no one called the cops etc. Ever
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