queenslegs
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Ah, the northern sports.
Done this with snow machines, never with two or 4 wheels tho...
Done this with snow machines, never with two or 4 wheels tho...
When I was a boy, we used to hang out at stop sign corners and when a car was pulling away after stopping, we’d grab onto the bumper and go for a ride on our boots.
We called it “bumper jumping” - huge fun / totally idiotic (i.e. perfect for the young male).
In Syracuse, we called it "hopping cars", too.When I was a boy, we used to hang out at stop sign corners and when a car was pulling away after stopping, we’d grab onto the bumper and go for a ride on our boots.
We called it “bumper jumping” - huge fun / totally idiotic (i.e. perfect for the young male).
I have been known to ride a toboggan that somehow got roped to the back of a neighbor's car. Going was a blast. Stopping...not so much.
Also recall going to the biggest hill in the county (not that that's too impressive in Central Michigan...) and riding down it on car hoods. Cars/trucks from the 40's had the best hoods for that endeavor.
I did that, too! We called it bumper hitching south of the border. Grabbing the city bus was a favorite.When I was a boy, we used to hang out at stop sign corners and when a car was pulling away after stopping, we’d grab onto the bumper and go for a ride on our boots.
We called it “bumper jumping” - huge fun / totally idiotic (i.e. perfect for the young male).
Another thing we used on the hill just up the street form home was an old refrigerator door, went fast but absolutely no way to control direction! Guess that was some of the fun part!I have been known to ride a toboggan that somehow got roped to the back of a neighbor's car. Going was a blast. Stopping...not so much.
Also recall going to the biggest hill in the county (not that that's too impressive in Central Michigan...) and riding down it on car hoods. Cars/trucks from the 40's had the best hoods for that endeavor.
Another thing we used on the hill just up the street form home was an old refrigerator door, went fast but absolutely no way to control direction! Guess that was some of the fun part!
ZACKLEY QL!!
I learned to ride a bicycle on an old wreck that I dug out of the garbage (no tires, no chain - or brakes, and no seat ) - but I had a ball gliding down the driveway of our 4-plex out into the street.
....until my Mother curtailed my fun and pointed out that what I was doing was dangerous. I will never forget my Dad telling me that I “sure wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed”. The incident did, however, get him to agree to fund 50% of the purchase price of a bicycle with all of the accoutrements needed to ride safely. My paper route furnished the rest of the dough and I was away like a dirty shirt!
...and now, 53 years later....here I am!
We did it all the time, we called it Skitching.When I was a boy, we used to hang out at stop sign corners and when a car was pulling away after stopping, we’d grab onto the bumper and go for a ride on our boots.
We called it “bumper jumping” - huge fun / totally idiotic (i.e. perfect for the young male).