2 thoughts on “Air Speed Racer

  1. Thank goodness my parents allowed me to grow up without a helmet. I couldn’t imagine my childhood without cuts and scrapes and bruises and a concussion or two. Any day ending with a minor injury was a good day. Bandaids and scars are trophies for a boy. This would be a blast and any gravel embedded in my knees and hands would have been so worth it. And the dad or other adult is a hero to that kid.


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