How OLD are you.

Sad to say I've reached that point in life where you make new friends constantly, but the faces are slightly familiar :unsure:. We played outdoors exclusively, I rode my Schwinn bike all over kingdom come, we played stick ball in the street and in the county park, skating in the winter and playing on the rides in the nice weather. All those rides have long been removed since being declared dangerous :rolleyes:. I'm glad I was young during that time period. The first car I drove was my parents 1961 Chevy Impala, it was a real nice car.
 
I am waiting for someone to post that they are so old that they bought a brand-new car that did not have Seat Belts.
One of my old cars has a 4 point seatbelt I’ve seen video of the below and was sort of wondering what crackpipe was smoked while making it.

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Sitting in the back of my parents station wagon facing the back window in that crazy third row… usually on our way to Roy Rogers for a special meal out…(when they could afford it)

Riding our bikes to the Hatfield public pool with friends and 50 cents for the snack bar (no parents no supervision)

Coming in on Sunday nights from playing and watching the Disney special
 
I join the 70 club tomorrow........😁 Driving in cars that had no seat belts and a all steel dash...
 
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Old enough that I have started giving stuff away. A 2018 Subaru Forester, Cub Cadet lawn mower, Stihl weed eater, a few guns and odds and ends.
 
I'm so old that I remember rabbit ear antenna's on the B/W TV . And we left the back door unlocked at night if somebody was coming home late .
 
I'm almost 42 come August. A while back I had to explain what a pager was to a bunch of high school kids. They looked at me like I was crazy. "You can't text or surf the internet with it or take selfies?" Bummer.
 
A lot of you have some years on me. But this is a great thread. Dad used to go cheap on lighter fluid and used the used motor oil to light charcoal, for our hamburgers.

(That may have explained a few health problems over the years, I’m not kidding.)

Vacuum-powered wiper motor in our old Chevy needed a capful of brake fluid yearly to keep the leather seals pliable.

I’d leave on a bicycle. Home by sundown. As I got older, home by 9. Since I was good about calling mom if location with friends changed so she was in the know, I could stay out on the bike to curfew, which in high school was midnight. Always had change in my backpack to call home from a pay phone if my plans changed. As long as they knew she was cool about it.

It was ok to walk home from school, even if it was close to an hours distance.

Car seats were vinyl, and we stood up in them. The seat belt was mom or dad’s arm.

Road trips in the wagon involved “big trunk”

In a 600 sq foot house, the furnace was inside a small door off the living room. It needed a belt every so often.

Mom said at sundown I couldn’t come back in until I cleaned up the cat food I’d knocked over. I refused to pick it up. As a 3 year old, she locked me out of the house for hours. 10pm and I haven’t picked it up. Neighbor’s kid sneaks over from across the street and gives me the blanket off his own bed. He was maybe 5. I kept that blanket scrap for YEARS.
 
A lot of you have some years on me. But this is a great thread. Dad used to go cheap on lighter fluid and used the used motor oil to light charcoal, for our hamburgers.

(That may have explained a few health problems over the years, I’m not kidding.)

Vacuum-powered wiper motor in our old Chevy needed a capful of brake fluid yearly to keep the leather seals pliable.

I’d leave on a bicycle. Home by sundown. As I got older, home by 9. Since I was good about calling mom if location with friends changed so she was in the know, I could stay out on the bike to curfew, which in high school was midnight. Always had change in my backpack to call home from a pay phone if my plans changed. As long as they knew she was cool about it.

It was ok to walk home from school, even if it was close to an hours distance.

Car seats were vinyl, and we stood up in them. The seat belt was mom or dad’s arm.

Road trips in the wagon involved “big trunk”

In a 600 sq foot house, the furnace was inside a small door off the living room. It needed a belt every so often.

Mom said at sundown I couldn’t come back in until I cleaned up the cat food I’d knocked over. I refused to pick it up. As a 3 year old, she locked me out of the house for hours. 10pm and I haven’t picked it up. Neighbor’s kid sneaks over from across the street and gives me the blanket off his own bed. He was maybe 5. I kept that blanket scrap for YEARS.

Now that's a friend!
 
Pong
High beam floor switch
Foot pump for washer fluid
bias-ply tires
corduroy bell bottoms
snow suits for walking to school in the winter
penny candy
arcades
 
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