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Yes! I wasn't allowed to have them but, yes, the memories.



That sucks. Its part of being a kid. That and riding a bigwheel.




Looking back, I'm glad. Probably why I don't like fake sugar stuff now. As far as toys, I was spoiled in that department. The Big Wheel was the shiznit. I rode that thing everywhere, even to that one house that was always under construction. Damn, Chico. Takin' me back to the old school.



Too bad you werent my neighbor. We would've tore up the block on those Big Wheels.




Man, good times. We were allowed Otter Pops most anytime, as they were the absolute cheapest snack available short of picking and eating tengeloes and oranges.

We tore up the roads with our bigwheels. It was a huge bummer when the front wheel got flatspotted.

We moved on to bicycles pretty quick, and it was a small step to clothespinning a playing card in the spokes for that "big power" sound.