What we used to do back then...

[classic33]

I haven't seen any of that for years

Can get you some if you you're desperate to see some!

 

[Globalti]

That's because people don't give their dogs bones any more.

 

[raleighnut]

That's because people don't give their dogs bones any more.

Aaaaaw you spoiled it, we used to tell the younger kids that it was from white poodles, some of them believed us

 

[Deleted member 1258]

How many miles in a day do you think you cycled back then?? I used to be on my BMX bike from the moment I woke up until the moment I was called in. It feels now like it would have been around 20 miles a day, probably more like 6 haha

I was cycling about 7 miles a day commuting, I was also a member of a local Touring Club, I would be out all day every other Sunday and probably did a similar mileage to what I do today, just took longer about it.

 

[tyred]

What we used to do back then was get on our bikes wearing jeans, t shirt and trainers, if it was raining our anoraks too and go for bike ride, ride about for hours and get lost until it was time to come home for our tea.

Most of my rides still fall under that category - I want to regain the sense of adventure I had as a child.

Now we have wear special clothes, shoes, wear helmets, cycling gloves and glasses, and have sat nav gadgets so that we don't get lost, wear HRM's so we know if we can eat cake or not and then race against our imaginary friends on Strava.

No Sat Nav - cycling down roads I've never been on before to see where I end up is more fun.

No HRM - I'm still living so heart must still be in working order - that's all I need to know.

 

[luckyfox]

The old days of youth...Get up at 5am, drink the cream off the top of the milk bottle and leave the rest on the doorstep, meet friends, ride like the wind on my bluebell bent over taking a shortcut across the angry farmers field, head to the to the river, find warm sticky cola bottles in disintegrating paper bag in back pocket, divvy up sweets, try to cross river with jeans rolled up to knees, have a nap, wake up to see cow standing above head, grab bikes and peddle like mad home, grab a sarni, see peg bag in the kitchen, empty pegs at the back door and climb apple tree, fill peg bag with apples with sarni in gob, shimmy down tree, throw crusts over the fence, sneak out, head to local shop, get bag of cola bottles and a mini milk from kind lady who makes apple pies to sell in the shop, peddle back to the river slowly counting up cola bottles and laughing at lolly stick joke, see friends and stuff sweets in jeans for later, play bulldog until legs fall off, watch sun start to set, push cows over, when scary dark walk bikes home holding hands with best friend so we don't get kidnapped by strangers.

 

[IDMark2]

In the summer holidays the 'gang' of us 10-11 year olds cycled over to Sidmouth in the morning, 10 miles. Swam, shared a pack of Rothmans, ate whatever we brought with us, probably crisps and sticky sweets nicked from Dad's car, and cycled 10 miles home in time for tea by which time you were dry. After tea you were ready for the big footie game in the park until dark.

 

[swee'pea99]

The old days of youth...Get up at 5am, drink the cream off the top of the milk bottle and leave the rest on the doorstep, meet friends, ride like the wind on my bluebell bent over taking a shortcut across the angry farmers field, head to the to the river, find warm sticky cola bottles in disintegrating paper bag in back pocket, divvy up sweets, try to cross river with jeans rolled up to knees, have a nap, wake up to see cow standing above head, grab bikes and peddle like mad home, grab a sarni, see peg bag in the kitchen, empty pegs at the back door and climb apple tree, fill peg bag with apples with sarni in gob, shimmy down tree, thrown crusts over the fence, sneak out, head to local shop, get bag of cola bottles and a mini milk from kind lady who makes apple pies to sell in the shop, peddle back to the river slowly counting up cola bottles and laughing at lolly stick joke, see friends and stuff sweets in jeans for later, play bulldog until legs fall off, watch sun start to set, push cows over, when scary dark walk bikes home holding hands with best friend so we don't get kidnapped by strangers.

That's a cracking piece o' prose!

 

[tyred]

[QUOTE 3217416, member: 259"]Last time I was in the UK I took my big brother's big Healey for a spin and it felt like I'd been wrestling a gorilla after getting into a tight space in a pub car park.[/QUOTE]

Yes but it's more fun than the gym and a set of dumbbells.

 

[Gravity Aided]

How many miles in a day do you think you cycled back then?? I used to be on my BMX bike from the moment I woke up until the moment I was called in. It feels now like it would have been around 20 miles a day, probably more like 6 haha

I think I must have put in a century or two.
If only I had the sense I have now,
and the energy I had then.