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That Time I Rode A Moped 50 Miles For Burt Reynolds
Seeing all these stupid e-bikes around reminds me of the moped I had as a teenager before I got my driver’s license.
And just as an aside, you idiots on the bike trails with your electric vehicles — because that’s what they are, vehicles, which should be banned from the trails — you realize that’s not exercise, right?
The year was (according to IMDb) 1982, and since I was too young to drive, and since we lived in the middle of nowhere, my Kawasaki moped was my ticket… well, not exactly out, but to someplace else.
A moped wasn’t an e-bike, and it wasn’t a scooter, and it wasn’t exactly a motorcycle. It had a tiny gas tank and topped out at probably 20, possibly 30 mph. No headlight. No speedometer. No place to carry anything.
And no helmet.
Helmets? We don’t need no stinkin’ helmets.
Safety wasn’t really a thing in the ‘70s and ‘80s. You did what you did, and you lived or you died. The end. You didn’t talk about safety endlessly or scold other people for not being “safe”.
