I knew a kid in high school who was hit by a car while riding his bike in the days before kids wore helmets.
He was fucked up. He survived, but it was “learning how to walk and talk again” survival.
I also had a teacher in college who wasn’t wearing a helmet when he flipped his bike and landed on his head. He was alright as long as you think regular, crippling migraines are alright.
Right after I graduated middle school, three guys were riding in the back of an El Camino that took a curve too fast. All but one were killed quite nastily. Driver too. That was 1972, and the sole survivor still isn’t doing well. So much for the good Old Days when kids were free.
Ask this Joneser about all this shit boomers get nostalgic over. I’ll tell you the real story.
I knew a kid in high school who was hit by a car while riding his bike in the days before kids wore helmets.
He was fucked up. He survived, but it was “learning how to walk and talk again” survival.
I also had a teacher in college who wasn’t wearing a helmet when he flipped his bike and landed on his head. He was alright as long as you think regular, crippling migraines are alright.
Right after I graduated middle school, three guys were riding in the back of an El Camino that took a curve too fast. All but one were killed quite nastily. Driver too. That was 1972, and the sole survivor still isn’t doing well. So much for the good Old Days when kids were free.
Ask this Joneser about all this shit boomers get nostalgic over. I’ll tell you the real story.
“Holding hands meant so much, baby”.
What was there to actually like, other than a future?
Did he experience the head injury as a child? Or was he riding a bike without a helmet while he was a teacher in college?
It had happened years before, but it happened when he was an adult.