...we didn't have fancy mountain bikes.
And to shift gears on our bicycles, we had to reach down and take our eyes off the road, thus taking our lives in our hands. It was called Darwinism, and they taught it in our schools. Mr. Darwin himself would sometimes come in and lecture us.
And our punk rockers had all grown old and started making blue-eyed soul.
But the angels who congratulated us and feted us with champagne after our bicycle races - as well as the joy we took in our celebratory yelps - made it all seem worthwhile.
Not shown in the video: the loser would be shot with the starter's gun after the bubbly was gone. Like I said, life was tough in the old days.
Except the lives of the people who came up with ideas for videos, of course - they had all the good drugs, after all.
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Is he wearing a collander on his head?
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Yes.
And an onion in his belt, as was the fashion at the time.
Kids and their questions....
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Of course, they didn't have white onions then, because of the war, so you had to wear a yellow one. So I was taking the ferry boat to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days.
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Heh. Tou to your che!