No, I really don't, as some actual nigger stole my bike back in those very days. It was locked, too, with a super cheap Zody's bike lock, but still. I had just bought a bunch of stuff and had all these bags to carry out, and the shopping cart guy came to ask me if I had a bike locked to the cart thing out front, "because some nigger was out there yanking on the chain until it broke, and just rode off." said he. Thanks, faggot. Yeah, that was mine.
The walk home was not all that bad, but I learned a lesson that day.
When did that happen?
'79 or '80. Give or take. I forget.
I got really paranoid, and bought what I thought were strong chains and locks, but a yeat or so later, I crashed my go-kart, and broke it's steering gear pretty badly, and I locked it with one of those contraptions which I thought was secure in the folks' carport, and it got stolen THAT NIGHT! And this was in what was previously considered a 'nice neighborhood'. Another "learning experience", I guess. I miss the engine I had on that thing the very most, because it was a badass roller bearing Kohler industrial engine given to me by a friend of my grandfather's which was SUPER torquey, of course. Much better than the turdy engine with a thrown rod that I got it with. Good work experience, at least, I guess.
I remember we had a very few african and middle-eastern migrant families in the neighborhood and they wouldn't do shit knowing the rest of the neighborhood truly respected each-others and would fucking mob them if they tried doing shit. Then these families started breeding like rabbits and more migrants arrived over the decades...
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