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CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE  [thumbsup]  ;D  [evil]

 

 
1920's, 30's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!
 
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.
 

 
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.
 

 
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
 

 
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks some of us took hitchhiking.
 

 
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
 

 
Riding in the back of a Ute on a warm day was always a special treat.
 

 
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
 
Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Subway or Red Rooster.
 
 Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!
 

 
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
 
We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy Fruit Tingles and some fire crackers to blow up frogs and lizards with.
 

 
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......
 

 
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
 

 
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
 

 
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
 

 
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and cubby houses and played in creek beds with matchbox cars.   
 

 
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape or DVD movies, no surround sound, no mobile  phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
 

 
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no Lawsuits from these accidents.
 
Only girls had pierced ears!
 

 
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
 
You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross buns at Easter time.......no really!
 

 
We were given BB guns and sling shots for our 10th birthdays,
 
We drank milk laced with Strontium 90 from cows that had eaten grass covered in nuclear fallout from the atomic testing at Maralinga in 1956.
 
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
 
Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!
 
Footy had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
 
Our teachers used to belt us with big sticks and leather straps and bully's always ruled the playground at school.
 
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
 
Our parents got married before they had children and didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade'.....   
 
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
 
  The past 70 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
 

 
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned
 

 
HOW TO
 
DEAL WITH IT ALL!
 

 
And YOU are one of them!
 
CONGRATULATIONS!
 

 
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
 

 
And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were
 

 
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!


Makes you think dunnit??  [thumbsup]  [clap]
 

And a couple of my own, the 3R's were taught at all schools (We respected teachers)  and girls at the checkouts didnt need a calculator or the register to tell them what change to give you!!  :o

And if you were cheeky or showed disrespect you would cop a right wopping off your parents!!  [bow_down]

And if you went out with your parents to someones house you did NOT TOUCH ANYTHING!! You sat quietly and did not use the couch as a trampoline!!  :-X
 
You were taught manners and that other peoples' property was theirs and you kept your hands to yourself!!  ;)

Absolutely, totally, completely, utterly, extremely, enormously, so very very applicable to Big T (50s wild child).....

One of my all time nostalgic songs below..... Kind of summarizes life of us "wiser 20s to 70s" generation folk.....  [beer]

Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen! (ORIGINAL VERSION) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fgauravmoghe%2Ewordpress%2Ecom%2Ftag%2Fvideos%2Fpage%2F4%2F&feature=player_embedded#lq-lq2-hq-vhq)

Yep, the 50's !!  [thumbsup] ;D

The time of innocence (Sorta)!  [evil]

That is very, very good and very much worth an attentive listen.  ;D  [clap]

lot of wisdom in that video Big T...

we could add...

learn how to ride a motorcycle, a bicycle, a camel, horse and donkey

Take the tune from above and add these words......

Ladies and Gentlemen .....wear Leather.

If I could offer you only one tip for improving your life, leather would be
it.

The long term benefits of leather have been proved by serious bikers over
many highways and many years, whereas wearing something unreliable like
shorts and flipflops means you will experience a trip to the emergency room.
There, uncaring nurses will scrub gravel out of your wounds, and doctors
will dispense ineffective painkillers and meaningless advice...like telling
you to trade that "murdercycle" in for a Camry.

Bullshit. I will dispense some real advice right now:

Enjoy the power and beauty of your ride;  If you don't already; you can
fully enjoy it by doing block-long smokey burnouts in the parking lot at
the local drive-in.

Trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at the photos of you and your pals
on your bikes and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much fun you had
and how fabulous you really looked hauling ass down the highway dressed in
leather.

Leather is as sexy as you imagine.

Don't worry about what your Mom thinks;  or worry, but know that worrying
about what other people think is as effective as trying to scratch your nose
in a blinding hailstorm at 80 m.p.h. with a full- face helmet and winter
gloves on. The real troubles in your life are apt to be Volvo stationwagons,
driven by some dipstick talking into his cell phone or doing her makeup; the
kind that blindside you at 4 PM on some urban roadway and then claim you
crashed into THEM.

Do one thing everyday that scares other drivers... Lanesplit.

Sing into your helmet. Use mouthwash first.

Don't be reckless with other people's bikes, especially if you don't have
insurance. Don't put up with people who mess with yours.... in fact, beat
them with a chain.

Ride Fast.

Don't waste your money on chrome, or fancy paintjobs; spend it on racing or
partying. Sometimes you're fast, sometimes you're slow. Sometimes you're
hungover. The ride is long, and in the end, a cold beer tastes pretty d**n
good.

Remember the good rides you've had, forget the cuts and bruises; try to
wear out the sides of your tires before the middle.... if you succeed in
doing this, tell me how.

Keep your oil changed, throw away old traffic citations.

Take chances.

Don't feel guilty if you ride faster than the posted limit ...the most
interesting people I know didn't know at 22 how to ride conservatively, all
the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of saddle time.

Be kind to your passengers, you'll miss them if they fall off.

Maybe you'll crash, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have surgery, maybe you
won't, maybe you'll ride a cruiser off a cliff doing 40, maybe you'll get a
new motocrosser for your 75th birthday ...whatever you ride, don't
congratulate yourself too much - your choices are 90% foreign,10% domestic,
so are everyone else's.

Enjoy your bike, use it every way you can...don't be afraid of it, or what
other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument of pleasure you'll
ever own, not counting porn sites and a fast modem.

Wrench... even if you have nowhere to do it but in your hotel room.

Read the owner's manual, even tho' you won't remember any of it.

Do not read American motorcycle magazines, they will only make you wish
you'd bought a British one instead.

Get to know your brake pads, you never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your tires; they are your link to the pavement and the things
most likely to save your butt from a nasty highside.

Understand that mechanics comes and mechanics go, but for a precious
talented few you should pay them well and buy them sixpacks. Work hard to
bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older your bike gets,
the more you'll need the mechanic who worked on it when it was young and
still not paid off.

Ride in New York City once, but leave before you get killed; ride in
Northern California whenever possible, but leave a plausible excuse when
calling in sick for work.

Do lurid wheelies.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, traffic will get
worse, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you
were young, gasoline was cheap, the highway patrol couldn't catch you, and
Harley owners weren't all yuppies.

Respect your rev-limiter.

Don't expect anyone else to see your bike unless it has really loud pipes.
Maybe your bike has a big gas tank, maybe a smaller one; but remember,
either way you'll have to make bathroom stops.

Don't mess too much with your carburetors, or by the time your done, you'll
be walking home.

Be careful whose advice you buy, and save your receipts. Don't take advice
from those who supply it for free, especially if they own a Britbike.

Motorcycle restoration is a form of self-torture. Doing it is a way of
pulling the past from the dustbin, degreasing it, painting over the rusty
parts and dumping way more money into it than it's worth.

But trust me on the leather...

fantastic work Big T.....that was brilliant!

thank you  [thumbsup]

very good vid for us young folk  [laugh]

Very good Mr Big,  [thumbsup]  [bow_down]

I seem to be representing the err umm later age parts of the prose.  ;D  [evil] YYEEEEEEEEEHHHHHAAAAAAA 8)


"Old Enough To Know Better, Young Enough To Do It Again!"  [cheeky]  [clap]

Yep, I scraped in there, being a 70's child. Glad I did it all.

Kids today... [bang]

Z...

A few of my favourites

"youth is wasted on the young" George Bernard Shaw

"you are only as old as the woman you feel" ...dunno who said that

" immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated and drunkenness
 sobered, but stupid lasts forever." Aristophanes

Bloody hell! I'm not that old am I?

(where is that ducking for cover smiley again?)

Ooooooh you're in more shit than a Werribee duck. !!  ;D

Live dangerously!! Thats the way!! [evil]

only Betty can get away with that comment, that is why he is sleeping outside tonight

And....

"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were"......  [roll]

Wear leather....trust me I know [thumbsup]

21

And thats just the left one??  ;D [evil]

ahhh, but you've learnt from it! and that makes you intelligent....success is through learning from the mistakes not from being perfect from the first moment.

Leather clad now? CE armor everywhere?

and the right one is 16

Hmmmm, that should induce a lean to one side!! [roll]

I just bet you have a fovourite side to corner on too??  ;D  [cheeky]  [moto]

hehehehehe hhmmmmm maybe, but so how old do i look thats the question Dragon

Weeelll, by the look, judged by the gravity to length by age ratio formula!!  ???

There is not a great age in your case!!  [evil]  ;D  [thumbsup]

you very good at getting out of sticky situations aren't you my Dragon

And dont think that I am experienced at it either!!  ;)

I dont get into these situations 'cos I'm a VERY GOOD boy!!  [thumbsup]  ;D

the real question jukie, is do you pass the pencil test?


paul ;D

don't know what you mean Loony Please explain

you know!!!!!
jeeez, i'm too embarassed to explain it now!


paul

   [clap] [laugh]

it goes like this....I present my...ah...member to a woman...I then hold up a pencil and ask.....what do you like the look of?....if she chooses the penis....she passes the test!

and THAT is the pencil test.



Spider: telling it how it should be since 1886

well i passed the pencil test [evil] naked

i knew you would!!!

Betty is better than any pencil!

well done!