Tuesday, October 16, 2007

RBBB 1951 #8


51f, originally uploaded by bucklesw1.

"I wonder if this is the reason children had less of an obesity problem fifty years ago?"

Posted by Buckles at 10/16/2007 05:51:00 AM

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

At first I thought this was Sturgis , N. D.
I got my 1st Bicycle 1952 , a new Red Schwinn Hornet as in this photo - opening the door to my Nomadic adventures - & within 3 years Radicaly Customizing it , turning heads & stiring it up as I rode by evoking a smile or a chuckle from the onlookers . Laughing At Me or Smiling With Me made me feel GOOD - Spotlights or Not .

16 October, 2007 08:27
24-HOUR-MAN said...

Here I go bringing up Germany again, but,,,,bikes have their own lanes, either on the extreme right of the street or half of the sidewalk. They have seperate, small traffic light in many places, and have absolute right of way. There are even seperate, small paved paths from town to town, & some buses have small trailers behind to carry passanger's bikes. I heard a statistic, that in Holland, there are 650,000 bicycles,,,,stolen each year!!!!

16 October, 2007 08:40
24-HOUR-MAN said...

Bud: A kid owning a Schwinn was like a grownup owning a BMW today.

16 October, 2007 08:44
Buckles said...

A "J.C Higgins" (Sears & Roebuck) was all I managed to get.

16 October, 2007 08:55
Anonymous said...

There was a bike checking privilege on Barnum & Bailey in 1896, documented in a photograph. Payment of 10 cents assured that your "wheels" would be there at the end of the matinee. The show encouraged attendance by those with one of the new contraptions. There are other photos showing vast numbers of carriages and horses parked outside a show, all caddywompus [sp?], yet they all figured out whose was whose, even in the dark.

16 October, 2007 09:44
Anonymous said...

My first and only bike was a Christmas present from my parentswhen I was 11. (I actually paid half of the $40 purchase price out of the money I earned delivering newspapers to 20 customers early each morning.) Everything was OK until one morning when a huge dog on my route that I had affectionately named "Horse" bounded into my path, the collision throwing me over the handlebar. "Horse" didn't even flinch. He shook himself briefly and walked off. My bike fortunately wasn't hurt, but I did suffer a skinned forehead that my mom patched when I completed throwing my papers. Wasn't it great growing up in small-town America? (And these days my body keeps telling me I can use a few good bike rides.)

16 October, 2007 09:57
Anonymous said...

Mine was a Western Flyer from Western Auto. Christmas of 1945.

I have left that ole bike in alleys while I went to the picture show (for 20c or less) and it was always there when I got out.

I wonder if Bud would have been able to do this with his Schwinn Hornet?

16 October, 2007 13:09
Anonymous said...

I don't remember the brand of bike I had, but it cost $42 in this era, and I paid $6 a week for 7 weeks by whatever odd jobs I could win a dime for. Schoolyards and Saturday matinee picture shows always looked like this. In those days, we never thought of chains and locks.

16 October, 2007 15:41
Anonymous said...

Here in Japan the bicycle is a primary mode of transportation. There are two styles, the "shopping" bike and mountain bike. I have a shopping bike. Riding to the market I usually hear the Elvira Gulch music from the Wizard of Oz in my mind.

Bicycling daily is alright once you're used to it. But it's a drag when it's raining or snowing.

16 October, 2007 17:42
Anonymous said...

Back to the photo, this looks like the harp and jesters wagon which was used in the entrance to the side show as I recall. Edna Antes worked there and I believe was the ticket checker around that time.

16 October, 2007 19:47
Anonymous said...

My first bike was a rescued schwin from a junk pile, repaired with love from what ever parts would fit and could find.

16 October, 2007 20:33
Anonymous said...

While in Tokyo with Ringling, I got stopped by a bicycle cop while riding my bicycle down the street.The Herriots and the ringmaster couldn't quit laughing as I was grilled by the policeman.

17 October, 2007 12:42
Anonymous said...

Yes times were GOOD (& for me ) in the 1950s on the Northern Shore in N.J. & Petty Crime was Not Tollorated & Rare if not Nonexhistant in General -
But there was 2 Athorities there .

I would go to the Beach leaving my bike leaning against the rail unattended on the Boardwalk all day long without a care .

I was NO exception to these Values;
1) Don't be a Lier
2) Don't be a Thief
3) Don't Soil Our Family Name

Today ; I lock my Car Doors to run in a store for a newspaper ! - ?

HEA ! - Where's My BICYCLE ?

19 October, 2007 10:21

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