Thats true. It’s well documented the problems that stemmed from the Chicago great hobo vehicular housefire tragedy of 1888.
The smell of burning human flesh filled the brick road streets, as time traveling cars burned and burned. But firefighters could only sit and smell the horrific night as cats purred in their laps.
Some say the whole thing was a cat conspiracy to rid the world of the humans who couldn’t afford to give them nightly tuna.
Whatever the truth was, it was established that firefighters were not to have cats any longer. As for why they chose the dalmation as the pupper of choice? Well, thats a story for another day, my friend!
Nah that’s just the foot peg on the left side, along with the rear brake pedal protruding to the front. Riders left for is held out for balance behind the front wheel.
Exactly. Plus, you can see the dirt being thrown from the tires and the wind in their hair. Some people online just don’t know that people actually do stuff in real life.
And it’s combined with this sort of “condemnation culture” - as if everything anyone else does is wrong. It reeks of arrogance, of hubris.
Life is fatal. Unfortunately some people go through life so afraid of everything, and want to make others afraid of everything as well. They’d bubble wrap the world if they could.
Many people would be horrified at the stuff I’ve done (and my friends). And yes, I’ve lost friends and family along the way. It happens. Growing up and learning to deal with loss is part of life.
Is what this guy is doing the smartest thing? Maybe not. But maybe he was also minimizing risk as best he could (for all we know he was going around the yard, at speeds a kid would find exhilarating, we just don’t know).
I’ve been that kid. We rode in the back of pickups, on the backs of motorcycles (with no helmet! GASP!)
Yup. My neighbor called the cops on me because my 4yo was riding a scooter at night on the sidewalk (like 9:30 PM). We’re pretty sure we know who the neighbor is, and we know everyone on our street (and they know us, and our phone numbers), so there was absolutely no reason to get the police involved. I was out there within 10 min (I had just put the kids to bed and was double-checking that they’re still there), and my kid was still on the sidewalk (we teach our kids as much).
This was an isolated incident as well, and our street is incredibly quiet (half the people are retired), so the actual danger is incredibly low.
I get that safety is important, but it’s also important to let people make their own decisions. I don’t want to be a helicopter parent, yet my neighbor seem intent that I do. It’s incredibly frustrating. I’m trying to raise independent kids who aren’t reliant on mommy and daddy to constantly be there to catch them, and I want them to learn the hard things in life as early as possible while the stakes are low. If they’re going to get hurt on their bike, it should be at 5-10mph near our house instead of 30-40mph bombing down a hill as a teenager. If they’re going to get into a fight, it better be as a 10yo with fists instead of a teenager with knives. We have rules, but it’s on them to follow them, I just explain why the rules exist (i.e. it’s not me being mean). Sometimes they get hurt, but they learn quickly.
It appears to be a 1970s bike (I would take a stab at a Yamaha LT3) and by that period shutter speeds of 1/500 or 1/1000 were readily available amongst better quality cameras. That would be plenty to get a clear shot of the spokes on what would be a relatively slow moving bike (I would assume <40km/h, likely noticeably less). I’ve got several 50s era cameras that have 1/500 top speeds, so even if the bike was new at the time of the photo it didn’t require a new camera to take the shot.
Really? So high ISO and fast shutter was just tech beyond those Luddites?
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I have a 16mm Minolta from 1960 that’s smaller than a pack of cigarettes that us fully adjustable for f-stop and shutter speed (far faster than catching these spokes), plus it has multiple lenses.
The Polaroid instant cameras had shutter speeds up to 1/200.
As Hunter S Thomas said: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!””
Life should be whatever you want it to be. You want to chill the fuck out? You do you. Life, however, should not be full of regrets. Which largely stem from not allowong yourself to do what you want, whether it be from fear, pressure by other people, or certain expecations.
Quotes tend to be nice motivational forces but end up being very simplistic in a world that could not be more complex.
Yeah but what right do you have to push that onto someone who can’t consent? Sure, let’s let my baby smoke weed and sit on my shoulders while I ride roller coasters, cause if he dies at least he had fun!
Why do you say this photo is fake? My dad used to take me for rides just like this. One of his favorite stories to tell is about having to toss me off as it was going to fall over, and how I was having a blast, but my mother was not nearly so excited. I was around two at the time.
I would not say having the inside foot off the peg and held forward in this situation is an indicator of the photo being fake, seeing as it’s a common behaviour when riding dirt bikes.
Same, when you were too small to reliably hold on, you ride in the front. I remember the first time riding on the back (probably 4-5) and remembering how much more it sucked because I couldn’t see shit… That was a lifetime ago though lol.
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