OK,, Balloon’s being the same, you would blow one up and have enough on both ends to tie to the fork and it must be able to rub against the spokes. It’s as simple as that, but you have to try it.. It takes a little bit of testing so make sure the kids are not around. You will look like an Idiot if they are.. Just make sure you get long and durable ones.. HaHa.. No pun intended.. GOOD LUCK…
Sure, we had pedal pushers (I think having to do with pushing bicycle pedals?) and sun suits!!! (What we really wanted, but never got, was go-go boots!!) And my mom always bought my sister and me (3 years apart) matching clothes, but in different colors. Just imagine trying to do that to your kids now!
I also had to ride a boy’s bike and swing my leg, but the worst thing I remember is riding on the back of my brother’s bike, with him in front, going down this really high hill through this huge puddle I mean I don’t think I would call it a puddle, but a minnie lake and he is going so fast and I am screaming in his ear and he is yelling back and we loose control in the middle of this water and both of us come out with bloody legs.
Like many things within families, bikes were handed down as kids outgrew them. In my family that meant that I, the girl, got my cousin’s and brother’s boy’s bikes. You know, the ones with that middle bar. To this day, at the age of 48, I still swing my leg even though I finally have a girl’s bike! I sure wish that I could put those multicolored streamers at the ends of the handlebars!!
The Actual verse went like this: Bang Bang LuLu She’s the girl for me Who’s going to Bang Bang LuLu When I go out to sea Lulu had a boyfriend His name was Diamond Dick She never saw a Diamond She always saw his So who’s going to Bang Bang LuLu When I go out to sea LuLu had a Bicycle It’s seat was made of glass Every time she hit a bump The seat went up her Oh well, Might as well get it right.. Am still LMAO on how I confused the two
You all sound like youngsters compared to me. My first and only bike came at age 13 in 1939. It was the Rolls Royce of bicycles; a Rollfast with a tank and a horn on the tank, a headlight on the front fender, a streight bar accross the chrome handlebr. It also had a carrier on the back fender and a chain guard. There was also a speedometer/odometer which registered to 50 mph.The crowning glory was the Fisk whitewall Air Flight inflatable tires. At that time, (still into the depression) the retail cost of this “machine” was $47.50. My Dad got it wholesale for $29.00. That bike was transported to North Carolina where I attended collage and then was transported accross the country to Los Angeles. I equiped it with a $50.00 Whizzer motor that I rode through the canyons between N. Hollywood and Van Nuys to Los Angeles and Westwood. I eventually hit a car that ran a red light. I flipped over the front of the car. The bike ended up a lot worse than I did.