Riding In Style

a box full of junk

It’s time to grab a boat oar and stir up the raw sewage of the internet to find another picture to make a post from in this Wednesday’s edition of Random Image Inspiration.  Time to draw the numbers that will win you nothing in tonight’s lottery…

41, 96, 4, 89

The 41st post in my Reader was this one by….. River Girl!  YAY, the Randomator likes you again…

The 96th word in that post is “bizarre”

The 4th word in that post is “class”

This should be a good one…… but…… meh.

Putting “bizarre class” into Google Images brought this up as the 89th result…

And all I can think of are the good old days of riding in the back of Dad’s pickup truck!

When this wouldn’t be considered child endangerment.

Me and my four sisters fighting over who’d get to sit on one of the two humps over the wheels.  As the oldest and only boy, I pretty much never lost this fight.  Back in the days when the big honkin’ SUV’s were all big honkin’ vans with that sliding door that took several hundred pounds of pressure to close… the pickup truck was the fashionable way for kids to be seen riding around town.  The boys on my Little League team loved hopping in the back to ride to the game…. except for the time my littlest sister had a rogue poopy diaper and with about eight people in the bed, someone had to sit by her.

The alternative was this…. so, yeah, we’ll take riding with the poopy diaper.

You can keep your convertibles and motorcycles… the air running through your hair from the back of the pickup truck was the best feeling while rolling down the highway at 55 miles per hour back in the 80’s…

This guy knows what I’m talking about.  And yes, I took this picture…. while driving.

And what’s the worst thing that ever happened?  While riding in my Grandpa’s truck once, he had to make a sudden stop and one of my sisters went headfirst into the tailgate.  Kids get banged and bruised up all of the time and most of them still manage to live.  Why let a few stitches and a little blood ruin the joy of letting kids ride unrestrained in the open?  The Safety Nazis can go get bent with a bicycle helmet for putting the kibosh on this former joy of childhood…

You tell ’em, Uncle Sam!

Advertisements

About evilsquirrel13

Bored former 30-something who has nothing better to do with his life than draw cartoon squirrels.
This entry was posted in Random Image Inspiration and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

16 Responses to Riding In Style

  1. Rivergirl says:

    Well damn…. the Randomater likes me again, I finally give you better words than ‘the’ and ‘it’…. and all we get is a stupid pick up truck?
    Tres disappointing.
    Oh well, there’s always next time.
    😉

  2. You know, it’s a wonder any of us survived our childhoods back in the day.😇

  3. HA! “Raw sewage of the internet” ????? Aptly put. I can only remember riding in the back of a pickup truck once. It was to babysit that year’s Christmas tree which was strapped in with ropes and netting and flags hanging from it, etc. but we kids were bouncing around like crazy back there. I was smart though – I hung on to the tree – I knew it wasn’t going anywhere so if I clung tightly to IT, I’d be safe. Those were the good old days.

    Pam

  4. Ally Bean says:

    I don’t think I’ve ever ridden in the back of a pickup truck. I know people who drive pickup trucks now, but none have ever offered to allow the me the joy of riding in the back of one. Go figure.

  5. I’ve always felt this way. I understand that a kid can get hurt, but we were always all banged up, scabby, and mostly — REALLY REALLY dirty. Usually, after you washed the dirt off, there was a live kid underneath who at worse needed a better bandaid.

  6. Merbear74 says:

    Lucky. We had a yellow and brown station wagon that was really fun over speed-bumps…

  7. draliman says:

    In this country we’d’ve got very wet as well as all banged up.

Jabber Away...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s