My Dad got his first vehicle, a bicycle, at 21 years old. Single speed, he’d ride that thing 100 miles across the rolling English country side to go visit family, or a “lady friend”.
He always scoffed at me and my friends and our plans for the day made 5 minutes out on the phone.
“In my day,” he’d say, “we didn’t have phones, so when you made a plan 2 weeks out to meet your mate on the corner of this street at that time, you were there dammit, unless you were in the hospital”
Quite a nice one 🙂
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