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Originally Posted by orthodoc
The long horizontal metal bar about four feet high (maybe three feet, this was elementary school) that you slung your bike handlebars over when you arrived at school. Perfect height for hanging by your knees from if you didn't stretch all the way down, perfect for bullies to mash your face into to make you put your tongue on in January ... you know, bicycle bars.
Okay, I've dated myself. But hey - it was only the mid- to late-sixties ...
eta - found it, Shawnee, thanks. 'The Airing of Grievances'  But doesn't that just happen two days later anyway?? |
Must be a Canadian thing. I had to walk to school, uphill, both ways, in the snow, etc. etc. Well, we only lived 5 blocks from school, but it was a steep hill!
So, since you know what bicycle bars taste like then you must not have been a bully, yourself.