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ha. Nice. Will have to share with my father.
I'm not so sure. Maybe I died on my dirt bike back in the '70s, and this is some kind of fugue state...
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I sure remember the days several of us would get on our bicycles and peddle all day exploring new places without a concern in the world. We were living in Louisville KY and as long as I made it home for dinner I was free to go wherever I felt I was big enough to go. Doubt many of today's 10 year olds will ever know what that much freedom is like.
That was great!
Good stuff there.
Awesome video!!!!
the good old days
