tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post8920655056313237758..comments2024-03-26T17:55:50.539-04:00Comments on Cranky old man: Go-Karts and Doodlebugs - a cranky re-runjoehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-62191291777111234762016-11-28T07:07:10.804-05:002016-11-28T07:07:10.804-05:00I really enjoy the blog.Much thanks again. Really ...<br />I really enjoy the blog.Much thanks again. Really Great. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.sensualkart.com/men/condoms/skore.html" rel="nofollow">Skore Condoms Online</a>Aadithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02281870010450131038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-81553986956337475102015-03-30T22:09:27.977-04:002015-03-30T22:09:27.977-04:00I also did most of those things you mentioned. A ...I also did most of those things you mentioned. A neighbor kid and I built a doodlebug, only we didn't have a name for it back then. It was a hoot, we somehow survived, and was one more tiny part of making me a well rounded person. I think some of the kids today would do well if they gave it a try, too.lowandslowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16894539893079965536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-88838943643586356592015-03-30T22:03:19.244-04:002015-03-30T22:03:19.244-04:00The more antiseptic and armored you make the world...The more antiseptic and armored you make the world the harder poor kids have to work to get a thrill. Make a better helmet, they make a bigger jump. Add some more pads and maybe body armor, they add more horsepower. We jumped off 5 foot ramps because we didn't have a helmet to make 20 foot jumps safer. Measured stupidity remains no matter the safeguards ...<br /><br />I remember jumping out of a 20 foot high tree fort into a 15 foot high pile of leaves. Took us 3 weeks to collect the leaves. <br /><br />I remember jumping off the roof into the snowbank we spent all day piling up.<br /><br />My mini-bike went almost 30 mph, no helmet<br /><br />My go-kart went 25, no brakes and no clutch. <br /><br />I ate lunch on top of a silo every day one su,,er to get away from an annoying cousin.<br /><br />We rode in the back of pickup trucks and rode the neighborhood on the tailgate of the station wagon. <br /><br />I'm not saying it was good, bad, or ugly. It just was what we did 'round here. <br /><br />And my best friend choked to death on a simple piece of chicken bone. So, you know, treasure it. Helmet optional. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-49908871621108775642015-03-30T21:37:21.195-04:002015-03-30T21:37:21.195-04:00Your parents just won the "Most irresponsible...Your parents just won the "Most irresponsible ever" Award! I'll bet everyone used to just joke about it. Glad you survived.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-78213578579212484222015-03-30T21:20:20.009-04:002015-03-30T21:20:20.009-04:00Great memories...and I, too, am glad you didn'...Great memories...and I, too, am glad you didn't just put the rose-colored glasses on. It's OK to fondly remember the fun times, as long as you realize that it wasn't all fun and games. I remember a baby in the neighborhood dying during an afternoon nap because of carbon monoxide poisoning, and a young child falling off a tractor and getting rolled over. <br /><br />Before my father had a car, my parents would ride a motorcycle to visit my mother's parents in a town about 20 miles away. They'd put me on the motorcycle behind my Dad and in front of my Mom, and would throw a blanket over me, so any cops couldn't see that there was a one-year-old on the motorcycle...LOL.Pixel Peeperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17553862902461169270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-45977886912172042052015-03-30T20:47:50.823-04:002015-03-30T20:47:50.823-04:00Sometimes posts--like some shows--that are about &...Sometimes posts--like some shows--that are about "nothing" are quite entertaining.<br /><br />I was a child of the 1950's too. It was wonderful to be able to roam the neighborhood all summer day, and explore and swim and wade in the creek and walk to the store.<br /><br />I miss that era...Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-89811373001870105012015-03-30T20:47:15.503-04:002015-03-30T20:47:15.503-04:00My grandpa next door took me and my sister up on t...My grandpa next door took me and my sister up on the roof with him while he was putting down shingles. We were probably about 7 and 5 years old. My mom looked out the window and screamed. Then she came over and made us climb down the ladder. Now I'm afraid of heights. It didn't occur to me on the roof.<br /><br />Nowadays, Grandpa would be slapped with child endangerment charges. He was only trying to teach us how to put on a new roof, I think. In case we needed a career to fall back on.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-64150411008699220322015-03-30T16:45:47.073-04:002015-03-30T16:45:47.073-04:00Nice trip back in time and yes we do tend to focus... Nice trip back in time and yes we do tend to focus on the fun and freedom.and gloss over the cracked skulls. Beaver is a favorite of mine also. Except for the mom in pearls and dad in a suit, it is pretty representative of that period when families actually ate meals together. The thing I like the most about it is that the kids weren't smart mouthed. I really hate that about today's "family" shows. <br />My brother had a doodlebug but that was OK, I had a pony. Arkansas Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156004753267665579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-33840082655165766142015-03-30T16:07:37.038-04:002015-03-30T16:07:37.038-04:00Fine memories from "back in the day."Fine memories from "back in the day."Catalysthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804837416104556928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-57242174291175999152015-03-30T15:07:03.777-04:002015-03-30T15:07:03.777-04:00I love these stories because they allow me to revi...I love these stories because they allow me to revisit my past - and it was a friendly one like yours. For some reason, my sisters and I decided to build a swing set for ourselves. We used broom sticks to start and then had no idea where to go from there. Grandpa came over and offered to pay for a "real" one for us, worried that we'd kill ourselves. That was the only "boy" adventure we had. Guess we just weren't built to be engineers like you and your brothers!Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07359404486512786477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-43816880602576493662015-03-30T14:38:31.009-04:002015-03-30T14:38:31.009-04:00The 60s were lovely as well. And thank you for no...The 60s were lovely as well. And thank you for not remembering those days with just the rose-colored lens -- I tired of people who do not remember how dangerous it could be. In one town I lived in we lost a whole family of children - five of them, plus the mother -- to a drunk driver, and yet I know people who don't understand why drinking and driving don't mix. "It didn't used to be illegal!" people say.<br /><br />But we both know. People can be kinda dumb.<br /><br />:-)<br /><br />PearlPearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-83225383695004700842015-03-30T13:09:37.643-04:002015-03-30T13:09:37.643-04:00That was a wonderful time--before the invention of...That was a wonderful time--before the invention of not obeying your parents, fatal diseases, child molesters or serious accidents!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-56046374689338550112015-03-30T13:03:17.847-04:002015-03-30T13:03:17.847-04:00Sometimes the point is just reliving the wonderful...Sometimes the point is just reliving the wonderful memories. And we played outdoors and built a fort and had fun, and i let my kids run to the creek and learn about snakes and frogs and build a teepee in the "woods", and all children should have fun running around and exploring.messymimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10649529601786689712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-64327202934168597912015-03-30T12:33:18.627-04:002015-03-30T12:33:18.627-04:00I grew up on "Leave it to Beaver" and sh...I grew up on "Leave it to Beaver" and share your nostalgia for this period of time. You've reminded me of the time my two neighbors, both older than me, crafted a fantastic push cart in their garage. It was a thing of beauty, and even had a roof on it. Unfortunately, they made it from 2x4s and an army of Israelites couldn't push the thing. It was fun to sit in, but nearly impossible to push.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-2775016606635330372015-03-30T12:32:09.955-04:002015-03-30T12:32:09.955-04:00I think back on my youth and wonder how I survived...I think back on my youth and wonder how I survived all those unsafe things I did. I did though as you did. There were some fun times and then there were a lot of not so fun times. I didn't have a leave it to beaver family.<br /><br />Have a fabulous day. ☺Sandeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06785788498697004273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-77882014525288388592015-03-30T11:13:44.478-04:002015-03-30T11:13:44.478-04:00I never personally had a doodlebug or a go-kart, b...I never personally had a doodlebug or a go-kart, but enough acquaintances did. <br />So I had many, maybe all, of the same experiences as you. (not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-14591130424750634452015-03-30T09:48:09.237-04:002015-03-30T09:48:09.237-04:00sad about the boy dying. cannot imagine how heavil...sad about the boy dying. cannot imagine how heavily that weighs on his brother. yes, we did foolish things as kids that nowadays folks would never allow.TexWisGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13641962051044162710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-33546463676311319822015-03-30T09:20:07.255-04:002015-03-30T09:20:07.255-04:00I think your blog made a point; you were nostalgic...I think your blog made a point; you were nostalgic for your younger years :)<br /><br />bettybettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06323135450742337670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968059214758329257.post-60358663708334293472015-03-30T01:16:44.205-04:002015-03-30T01:16:44.205-04:00My younger brother got a motorised go-kart for Chr...My younger brother got a motorised go-kart for Christmas when he was five, cried all day because he wanted a chain driven trike like my sister received. Dad exchanged the go-kart as soon as the shops were open. I hated my gift too, but didn't bother complaining, since my other gift was a very acceptable book to read. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.com