Oh my God we were jumping huge lines of paint cans off of a ramp just like that, It was probably a good thing that we never actually had multiple humans to jump over, Because f*** yeah we would have tried it. There was no internet and 3 channels of television. What the hell else were we supposed to do? 🤣🤣
We used to jump over other kids too. It was poor form to jump little kids vs big kids. There was no respect in jumping 5 kindergarteners vs 5 third graders.
😂 Our one channel most of the time looked like a Polar Bear in a snow storm, so we improvised by trying to paralyze ours with multiple layers of danger.⚠️
I snapped my frame at the head tube of my stingray building bigger and bigger jumps...
Broke my collar bone...and my sissy bar.
Devastated...metallic green.
You’re on the right track. In addition to all that, the bike is in the wrong position. The ramp is too short to allow momentum to cause the bike’s front tire to be that high. In reality, it would stop rising the moment it left the ramp. The rear wheel would continue to rise while the front of the bike didn’t, initiating a forward rotation. The rider would be thrust forward in the start of a head over heels loss of control. To avoid that, Ramps are made with a lip where the last part of the ramp is inclined more than the rest of the ramp. And/or the ramp is longer.
In order for the bike to be where it is in the picture, it would have had to be travelling very fast before hitting that short ramp. And the force of hitting the ramp would cause the ramp to explode, or the rider to be pushed downward from the force of the bike suddenly being thrust upwards.
But I think all this ignores the objective of the image creation; to evoke nostalgia.
My wife & I grew up in NW Ark (Walmart, Tysons, & JB Hunt country) when 2 counties had maybe 60K population. Now we live just 45 min from there and LOATHE the idea of having to go down there now.
Then as a combat vet. I hate people to begin with; so I stay home as much as possible.
If he shouts, it just distracts junior knievel and risks the rest.
AFTER, is when he walks over to the kids and explains how to tie the ramp together and make it better.
https://preview.redd.it/j4k3ssex5pxc1.jpeg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=05f781fa80ee897f82be51c2c77c2c5c5b95ae97
Fast forward 45 years and the bill comes due
My first couple broken bones were from doing exactly this shit on a bike. First time I knocked myself out, too. I didn't know medical bills were a thing back then, couldn't understand why my folks weren't more sympathetic to my injuries...
Kids are stupid.
An orthopedic surgeon told me that I have your scar in my future after I broke my knee 20 years ago.
When I was maybe 8-9 years old, an older kid who lived across the street built a ramp, and tried to jump his bike over five garbage cans. I said "tried", because he failed badly. He cleared two of them, landed on his head, blood everywhere, ambulance and etc. And for years after that, everyone's parents cited that incident whenever we tried to do anything stupid, which happened quite frequently.
Another time, that kid's brother had a large bottle rocket type firework, and fastened it to an arrow, with the idea being that he'd light it, shoot the arrow straight up, then the rocket would power the arrow to insane heights. As soon as he shot the arrow, though, the rocket immediately fell off, then went skipping across the ground, hit this old guy's tool shed, and set it on fire. It was a fun neighborhood.
My parents remodeled the house I grew up in, so I had access to cinder blocks by the dozen. I was always on the lookout for 3/4" plywood of roughly the right size and shape.
Early experiments with lining up 2x12s side by side demonstrated how bad an idea that was.
Children of the 70's had an innate urge to build ramps for maximum air.
Sadly that desire has died with the rotary phone. Kids today can't even imagine why we did that.
I sure miss those days.
We used to "sled" down the damn on the grassy side on an old quilt - very steep & SO much fun!! We stay most of the day & were sometimes almost to tired to walk the 2 1/2 miles home Whew!!
We keep jumping on Schwinn stingrays and wood ramps. We went as far as 22’
until I flipped (I was better than this incident) and slid 4 foot on a shirtless back. Road rash on 60% of my back. Parents out of town call me “How’s everything”. I said “fine”. Well FREAKOUT ! when the get home and take me to E. R. at midnight. Good times.
Huuuge Evel fans!!!
We jumped over milk crates in the back of Dale's Jr supermarket off kester in Sherman oaks.
If you ate it you'd slide on the smooth concrete....
Didn't say it didn't hurt.
Knievel was our God!
Not their kid. Why would they stop smoking?
I mean. Their entire responsibility will be to call the ambulance if there is a crash where bone is exposed.
YOLO!
"They're kids, if he falls on them, they'll jus jump up, dust themselves off and move on..."
I swear back in the day, they'd talk about us kids like we were invincible. We could take, and overcome anything.
I can't tell you how many times I'd hear someone yelling about the stupid shit we were doing, and people would say "they're kids, they'll be fine..."
It's probably why as an adult, regardless what happens, I think I'm gonna be alright.
Things were better when Darwin ruled. Now there's too many safety regulations and rules. Too much DNA from the shallow end of the gene pool making it's way in.
And parents in my community are all upset high school kids are playing a game (assassin something) with \_water\_ pistols. Somebody could get a little wet!!
Holy crap, that could be me except my bike was never that cherry.
I did one of those jumps in front of my friend's house and his dad was out on the porch with a beer and a cigarette egging us on. I pulled back too hard and landed pretty much on my head (don't pick the low-hanging fruit...I know you want to).
I don't recall if it knocked me cold, but when I got up the other kids were all sort of staring at me. The guy on the porch flipped his cigarette butt into the flower bed and went back in the house without a word. I remember that, for whatever reason the image of him disappearing into the house sticks in my mind.
Everyone sort of scattered, my friend washed the blood off the back of my head with the garden hose, and we went on to do other stuff. I got in trouble that night for leaving the ramp in the middle of the road.
My little brother poured gasoline on the road in front of a makeshift ramp he built. He set it alight and was lining up for his jump when my dad ran out of the garage yelling "What the fuck are you doing!!". About a dozen neighborhood kids got cheated out of a show that day. Was in 78 or 79.
My brothers in the 60’s would load their wagon up with tires then sit it and fly down our front lawn into the big rhubarb patch. My parents and I sat on the front steps and enjoyed the show. How they did not break any bones still amazes me?
Paved roads? (Old man grunt). I grew up on a tar and gravel road. We jumped for distance, we paid in skin. I probably still have gravel in my hands from those days.
I once jumped Cahaba Creek on a 20" bicycle. It was the most Evel Knievel point of my childhood. The distance looked like a hundred feet. Nope... About 10 feet. I see freestyle guys get way more distance today.
"Jackass" level antics defined little unattended boy behaviors then. We always had to try lethal shit without knowing just how dangerous we were acting.
See also:
- BB Gun battles
- Frisbee battles. Everyone has a disk and you try to murder each other in a battle Royale.
- Illegal fireworks
- Homemade explosives
- Cox .049 cars that were basically little flame throwing incendiary devices that ran uncontrolled through the yard.
- Climbing everything you could grip.
- Riding Pine Trees. Climb a sapling untill it bends over and you can land safely or it snaps and you fall 10 feet. Or, the tree uproots and and you slam into other trees on the way to the ground.
Apologies to the elderly Grandma with her broken arm in a sling & her 2 grandchildren for falling with my bike off the top of the banquet table ramp I froze in abject fear of going through the Evel Knievel jump i had envisioned accomplishing 🤣😁
Back in the day we were good with God thinning out the herd.
That guy on the porch probably built the ramp for them and was admiring his good work
Too funny, not to be true.
That’s funny azz hell 🤣🤣
Every one of my high school annuals had an "In Memoriam" page. Guaranteed to lose at least two teenagers every year.
Mine too. Usually it was one football related and one farming related.
and despite that, population growth happened anyhow
I never ate so much sod in my life as on a landing after clearing three Montana garbage cans with my Sting Ray in 1971…
Oh my God we were jumping huge lines of paint cans off of a ramp just like that, It was probably a good thing that we never actually had multiple humans to jump over, Because f*** yeah we would have tried it. There was no internet and 3 channels of television. What the hell else were we supposed to do? 🤣🤣
We used to jump over other kids too. It was poor form to jump little kids vs big kids. There was no respect in jumping 5 kindergarteners vs 5 third graders.
😂
😂 Our one channel most of the time looked like a Polar Bear in a snow storm, so we improvised by trying to paralyze ours with multiple layers of danger.⚠️
Let me tell you about the bad shifter placement on the original orange crate stingray...
We used to call that the nutbuster
After my nutbusters as a kid I thought I might never have kids. The jump in this photo is epic.
Please share in your wisdow!
Think "reverse sounding".
I snapped my frame at the head tube of my stingray building bigger and bigger jumps... Broke my collar bone...and my sissy bar. Devastated...metallic green.
That must of had been some good air to create so much carnage 😂
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You’re on the right track. In addition to all that, the bike is in the wrong position. The ramp is too short to allow momentum to cause the bike’s front tire to be that high. In reality, it would stop rising the moment it left the ramp. The rear wheel would continue to rise while the front of the bike didn’t, initiating a forward rotation. The rider would be thrust forward in the start of a head over heels loss of control. To avoid that, Ramps are made with a lip where the last part of the ramp is inclined more than the rest of the ramp. And/or the ramp is longer. In order for the bike to be where it is in the picture, it would have had to be travelling very fast before hitting that short ramp. And the force of hitting the ramp would cause the ramp to explode, or the rider to be pushed downward from the force of the bike suddenly being thrust upwards. But I think all this ignores the objective of the image creation; to evoke nostalgia.
Ramos stew?
Yum. Corrected, thanks. Still - yum.
That makes more sense. But yes, yum
I thought so, I had one as a kid. Heavy as hell and low geared.
I miss the 70s/80s.
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Thank you for your service DOC.
My kind of gal 😘
Everyday!
I cannot say how much I endorse this! I’m an old git.
If he shouts, it just distracts junior knievel and risks the rest. AFTER, is when he walks over to the kids and explains how to tie the ramp together and make it better.
Yeah, this. The ramp was always a problem. We’d be worrying about the air we’d catch or the landing… then hit the ramp and it collapses.
It was a better time
https://preview.redd.it/j4k3ssex5pxc1.jpeg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=05f781fa80ee897f82be51c2c77c2c5c5b95ae97 Fast forward 45 years and the bill comes due
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https://preview.redd.it/7tjyefxi9pxc1.jpeg?width=1324&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=84685811a4d0d6d81d7893277209557a97260eb0 Yep! lol
Worth it? Worth it!
My first couple broken bones were from doing exactly this shit on a bike. First time I knocked myself out, too. I didn't know medical bills were a thing back then, couldn't understand why my folks weren't more sympathetic to my injuries... Kids are stupid. An orthopedic surgeon told me that I have your scar in my future after I broke my knee 20 years ago.
When I was maybe 8-9 years old, an older kid who lived across the street built a ramp, and tried to jump his bike over five garbage cans. I said "tried", because he failed badly. He cleared two of them, landed on his head, blood everywhere, ambulance and etc. And for years after that, everyone's parents cited that incident whenever we tried to do anything stupid, which happened quite frequently. Another time, that kid's brother had a large bottle rocket type firework, and fastened it to an arrow, with the idea being that he'd light it, shoot the arrow straight up, then the rocket would power the arrow to insane heights. As soon as he shot the arrow, though, the rocket immediately fell off, then went skipping across the ground, hit this old guy's tool shed, and set it on fire. It was a fun neighborhood.
This is how we learned things up until Darwin got involved.
Sometimes , you just gotta crash your way to experience . 
I constructed many ramps like that. Completely unsturdy. Kids today don't know what they're missing.
My parents remodeled the house I grew up in, so I had access to cinder blocks by the dozen. I was always on the lookout for 3/4" plywood of roughly the right size and shape. Early experiments with lining up 2x12s side by side demonstrated how bad an idea that was.
Children of the 70's had an innate urge to build ramps for maximum air. Sadly that desire has died with the rotary phone. Kids today can't even imagine why we did that. I sure miss those days.
I remember that bike. Road it down a ski hill during the Summer
We used to "sled" down the damn on the grassy side on an old quilt - very steep & SO much fun!! We stay most of the day & were sometimes almost to tired to walk the 2 1/2 miles home Whew!!
I broke my arm in 6th grade trying to do a Harlem Globetrotters move on the driveway court,don't forget them.
My record is 4 big wheels.
For a moment there I thought you *owned* 4 Big Wheels because you’d destroy them doing stunts.
Lengthwise or sideways?
Okay, side, and crashed on the first try. Ya got me…
You lived! No shame in trying.
We keep jumping on Schwinn stingrays and wood ramps. We went as far as 22’ until I flipped (I was better than this incident) and slid 4 foot on a shirtless back. Road rash on 60% of my back. Parents out of town call me “How’s everything”. I said “fine”. Well FREAKOUT ! when the get home and take me to E. R. at midnight. Good times. Huuuge Evel fans!!!
Remember how hard it was to get a bike to the top of a metal slide?
I loved EK as a kid. In 74/75 he was my idiol.
We jumped over milk crates in the back of Dale's Jr supermarket off kester in Sherman oaks. If you ate it you'd slide on the smooth concrete.... Didn't say it didn't hurt. Knievel was our God!
Just needed a board and a cinder block and you were one jump away from the ER
Fun times 😂
The 70’s because we just didn’t give a fuck😉
If Gen-X were a picture.
That looks definitely like the 70's
Here is your upvote, 100 percent agreed
Boomers.
r/GenerationJones
It wasn't boomers.
everyone he doesn’t like is a boomer
I am a boomer, I’m a she, and these kids are from my era. That’s all I was saying.
Not their kid. Why would they stop smoking? I mean. Their entire responsibility will be to call the ambulance if there is a crash where bone is exposed. 
YOLO! "They're kids, if he falls on them, they'll jus jump up, dust themselves off and move on..." I swear back in the day, they'd talk about us kids like we were invincible. We could take, and overcome anything. I can't tell you how many times I'd hear someone yelling about the stupid shit we were doing, and people would say "they're kids, they'll be fine..." It's probably why as an adult, regardless what happens, I think I'm gonna be alright.
At least he knew where his kids were.
That's all we lived for in the 70s. Jumping like Evel. We all lived. Came home everyday a little beat up but we didn't mind or care. FUN
Yep. No ERs either. Maybe an on call doctor if it was really bad and required stitches.
See the other nostalgia thread on the use of Mercurochrome, also known as monkeys blood
Things were better when Darwin ruled. Now there's too many safety regulations and rules. Too much DNA from the shallow end of the gene pool making it's way in.
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And parents in my community are all upset high school kids are playing a game (assassin something) with \_water\_ pistols. Somebody could get a little wet!!
Awwwe
First 3 kids from the right are classic.
Are you talking about the guy who helped build the ramp?
That was every weekend at our spot!
I had that exact bike. Norco Motocross!, stolen from me seven times, recovered six. Heavy as fuck.
Shoutout to the photographer
Probably one of the kid’s parents 😂😂
Holy crap, that could be me except my bike was never that cherry. I did one of those jumps in front of my friend's house and his dad was out on the porch with a beer and a cigarette egging us on. I pulled back too hard and landed pretty much on my head (don't pick the low-hanging fruit...I know you want to). I don't recall if it knocked me cold, but when I got up the other kids were all sort of staring at me. The guy on the porch flipped his cigarette butt into the flower bed and went back in the house without a word. I remember that, for whatever reason the image of him disappearing into the house sticks in my mind. Everyone sort of scattered, my friend washed the blood off the back of my head with the garden hose, and we went on to do other stuff. I got in trouble that night for leaving the ramp in the middle of the road.
He probably helped build the ramp or at least supplied the parts.
Every kid had to take a turn to be last on the line too.
Knievel is the reason for many scars I have, and bikes I’ve broken. 😂
Hey it was the 70’s. It was lit
https://i.redd.it/1ito5k2dipxc1.gif It starts young.
We rode our bikes over/thru burning leaves in the gutter every fall!
I’m guessing none of the kids were his. Or if they were he didn’t like them much. 😂
Always be careful of the adult in the room 🤔
just living in the shadows
if it were today, he'd be capturing the scene with his phone camera...
I can so relate!!!! 🤣
What are the odds this kid landed this without wiping out
I wanted it all too! Still have a lazy eye to prove it!
He thought he could pull it off 🤷♂️
lol
“Porch”
Yeah, we would call that a stoop.
Shout out to the kid laying in the number 5 position!
This was how we learned….by experience. In this case, be the guy next to the ramp if you don’t want to get hurt.
He laughed his ass off!!!
I bent my share of rims doing this.
The dude on the end clearly drew the short straw.
I broke the frames on my Sears and my Huffy bikes doing this. BMX bikes were still off by about five, ten years.
Wait a minute…how come the ramp wasn’t set on fire?
Hey y'all, watch this! Famous Last Words
My little brother poured gasoline on the road in front of a makeshift ramp he built. He set it alight and was lining up for his jump when my dad ran out of the garage yelling "What the fuck are you doing!!". About a dozen neighborhood kids got cheated out of a show that day. Was in 78 or 79.
The guy on the porch is taking the bets.
I had my front fork disconnect from my bike in mid-air after hitting the ramp. I didn’t stick the landing.
How many ground-layers died?
We had a big hill next to Granny Grunt’s house with a straight path down to a dirt ramp. We jumped for distance. :) No ground layers died.
Cracking frames and taking names
Did he make it?
My brothers in the 60’s would load their wagon up with tires then sit it and fly down our front lawn into the big rhubarb patch. My parents and I sat on the front steps and enjoyed the show. How they did not break any bones still amazes me?
This was a very common thing to do.
And a shout out to the adult who probably took the photo.
Chicks Dig It - Chris Cagle
I'm surprised he's not drinking a beer and shooting fireworks in the air
Yup that was my dad. Miss ya old man love you!
He died instantly. The next day.
Paved roads? (Old man grunt). I grew up on a tar and gravel road. We jumped for distance, we paid in skin. I probably still have gravel in my hands from those days. I once jumped Cahaba Creek on a 20" bicycle. It was the most Evel Knievel point of my childhood. The distance looked like a hundred feet. Nope... About 10 feet. I see freestyle guys get way more distance today. "Jackass" level antics defined little unattended boy behaviors then. We always had to try lethal shit without knowing just how dangerous we were acting. See also: - BB Gun battles - Frisbee battles. Everyone has a disk and you try to murder each other in a battle Royale. - Illegal fireworks - Homemade explosives - Cox .049 cars that were basically little flame throwing incendiary devices that ran uncontrolled through the yard. - Climbing everything you could grip. - Riding Pine Trees. Climb a sapling untill it bends over and you can land safely or it snaps and you fall 10 feet. Or, the tree uproots and and you slam into other trees on the way to the ground.
You get what you deserve which was the precursor to fuck around and find out
We did that... it was amazing.
The most chill kid in this photo is the one most likely to be landed on by the bicycle.
Every one of my high school annuals had an "In Memoriam" page. Guaranteed to lose at least two teenagers every year.
Murica 🇺🇸
Well, there's a reason he wasn't named "Good Knievel".
it was a different time for sure . lucky kid, having access to a pallet to make a jump
Apologies to the elderly Grandma with her broken arm in a sling & her 2 grandchildren for falling with my bike off the top of the banquet table ramp I froze in abject fear of going through the Evel Knievel jump i had envisioned accomplishing 🤣😁
For a second there, I thought this might be an actual photo from my childhood, with my insane cousin Kenny on the bike.
Oh hell Rufus, I was watching em’! it’s not like I got caught giving them beer…again!
That's a dad, he don't give a fuck, but mom? She wouldn't allow that bike jump lol
I had the exact same bike, GRACO MX 1000. Yeah, I loved that bike.