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Things You Don't See Anymore Part 3

I like the Taco.


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When you need to carry your gear.


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I like the Taco.


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When you need to carry your gear.


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I still want one of those!

One of the greatest mornings of my life was when I sort of temporarily stole one of them. I was about 12 years old and my older brother borrowed one from a friend for a weekend we were spending at a relatives cabin. It was in the boondocks of Ct. with miles of dirt roads and woods. The mini bike was off limits to me - I wasn't allowed to touch it, so I did what any 12 year old would. Woke up before everyone else, wheeled it out of the garage and down the road, and started it up :).

I had a freaking blast. Got the crap scared out of me too cuz along the way a German Shepard started chasing me (the pit bulls of the 70s). He was faster than the mini bike. I was certain God was punishing me, and I was dead meat. I was crazy happy the dog just wanted to play.
 
I still want one of those!

One of the greatest mornings of my life was when I sort of temporarily stole one of them. I was about 12 years old and my older brother borrowed one from a friend for a weekend we were spending at a relatives cabin. It was in the boondocks of Ct. with miles of dirt roads and woods. The mini bike was off limits to me - I wasn't allowed to touch it, so I did what any 12 year old would. Woke up before everyone else, wheeled it out of the garage and down the road, and started it up :).

I had a freaking blast. Got the crap scared out of me too cuz along the way a German Shepard started chasing me (the pit bulls of the 70s). He was faster than the mini bike. I was certain God was punishing me, and I was dead meat. I was crazy happy the dog just wanted to play.

Hilarious story. And like most kids in the '60's/70's, I too lusted after one. But my parents always said, "but where would you ride it?" We lived in Yonkers, NY and yes, the area wasn't exactly designed for mini-bikes but we always came up with upteem possible places. Funnily enough, the 'rents never did buy us one.

I extracted my revenge; I have several motorcycles in the garage today! :)
 
'Firm' bristled toothbrushes. They're out there, but becoming super scarce. I've been in several major chain pharmacies and faced walls of toothbrushes of the 'soft' & 'medium' variety ... some of which vibrate, oscillate, and do everything but start your car in the morning. It seems the firm bristle brush is going the way of the payphone and the dodo :bored:
 
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