I had a 95 Schwinn predator that I’ll never forgive my dad for backing over with the van.
It was behind the van because he asked me to put it there so he could load it IN the van, I didn’t put it in the van because I listened and knew better than to fuck with his system.
As a GenX kid, these were our escape. Literally and figuratively. We’d just stay out of the house as much as possible.
Lucky. As a Millennial, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. Just had to stay at home and put up with my abusive narcissistic parents until adulthood.
Yep. It was a key way to understand other families didn’t work the way yours did.
Excuse me, I think you dropped this:
That is way too nicely built. For the true Gen-X feel you need cinderblocks and plywood.
mostly rotted plywood at that.
That GT is sick.
I had a 95 Schwinn predator that I’ll never forgive my dad for backing over with the van.
It was behind the van because he asked me to put it there so he could load it IN the van, I didn’t put it in the van because I listened and knew better than to fuck with his system.
That is not my GT but it is exactly the same year, model and color of the one I had. 1984 GT Mach One.