That bike was the shit.
The only bike that could top it was....
The gear shifter was a game changer!
That bike was the shit.
does anyone still use that???We used to race mini-bikes in the alley, in South Central Los Angeles. No helmets, no elbow pads, and no boots. Just levis (or tough skins), t-shirts, and Chuck Taylors.
If you fell, we laughed. But you got your ass up, and you got on that bitch again and rode some more. If you were bleeding, someone's Mom would put "Mercurochrome" on the wound and you kept it moving.
yes it was!!!That bike was the shit.
The only bike that could top it was....
The gear shifter was a game changer!
It's been literally decades since I've seen it. But as a kid, I think every Black household had some.does anyone still use that???
Damn!!! You must have been at my event!!!my uncles used to have basket races coming down steep hills
with us kids sitting inside the basket holding on for dear life.
one of those front wheels hit the tiniest pebble, and thats yo ass.
happened to me and the basket flipped, all my gotdamn fingers cut the fuck up,
busted my lip and nose on the pavement, im already and screamin and hollarin
while the basket is somersaultin......and before i could even finish my
Bruce Willis, dive for cover, stunt roll.....he's beggin me not to tell my mama.
Hell yeah!!! He's weak I use to have one. That is actually the 2nd version of that "type" of game, what we would now call a knock oof. The 1st one was called Mr Quarterback!!! I played the hell out that shyt!!!did anyone actually understand the game play????
thats when they were selling Jermaine as girl's heartthrob... I can guarantee you that nigga was jealous as a mofo when Michael came into his own and got taller...
DUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!!!!
When the end credits of whatever matinee movie i was watching started to this was where i'd head..
thats when they were selling Jermaine as girl's heartthrob...
Yeah that time tootie lost it over Jermaine....even Jermaine's wife was like he alright but the nigga ain't all that!When the end credits of whatever matinee movie i was watching started to this was where i'd head..
still remember that Facts Of Life episode where Tootie was pleading to see Jermaine like her life depended on it..
"I HAVE to see Jermaine,i HAVE to!!!" studio audience was like"Awwww..Jermaine
That's right. Only the STRONG survived.playgrounds back in the day...
no sand or woodchips.. ASPHALT AND CONCRETE.
no round edges and composite plastics...SHARP EDGES, STEEL AND WROUGHT IRON
ever try to slide down a metal slide while the sun beat down on it at high noon on a hot summer day while wearing SHORTS??
you got hurt..you walked that shit off..bleeding..put a bandaid on that shit and go right back!!
you see that..that aint no foamy padded flooring..THATS THE GROUND!
THATS HOW IT WAS!!!
We used to race mini-bikes in the alley, in South Central Los Angeles. No helmets, no elbow pads, and no boots. Just levis (or tough skins), t-shirts, and Chuck Taylors.
If you fell, we laughed. But you got your ass up, and you got on that bitch again and rode some more. If you were bleeding, someone's Mom would put "Mercurochrome" on the wound and you kept it moving.
that and methiolate, it was deep red and burned liked a mf! Lucky to get a band aid, if you didn’t oh well it was back at it
Reminds me of the Richard Pryor joke " face so ugly, need to be on a iodine bottle".....
Bruh, don't forget the Dolemite Album covers. He had them thick thoroughbreds on the cover.Huddled together with your friends over the turntable listening to Richard Pryor, hoping you Moms didn't burst in.