Nostalgia

[crublue1]

Mine had a compass in, which was a bit ironic as every time you got lost, not that I ever did in the wilds of Ashton on Mersey, you had to take your shoe off, hop around on one foot and if you could actually see the bloody thing, it never worked.

I vaguely remember mithering my mam for months for a pair of these. I think the compass was hidden under a flap, and you're right, you had to take the shoe off to access it, and I couldn't read a compass anyway, so I'd say it was a pretty pointless feature, but it made me feel like a spy or a soldier.

 

[crublue1]

Tying your fishing rod to the crossbar. Riding miles with your mates to the river/pond only to spend all day catching nothing but sunburn. Laughing at whomever fell in on that particular day.
The joy of owning your first glass fibre rod, space age compared to split cane.
Saving up for a Mitchell match reel.
Abu closed face reels.
Screw in swing tips.
Washing up liquid bottle top/ silver foil bite indicators. Monkey climbers, and later, optonics.
Par boiled potato baits for carp.
Mr Crabtree.
Centre pins for trotting.
Biting lead shot with your teeth.
Learning all the knots.
Proper tackle shops that fucking stank of maggots, but with a genuinely friendly owner who'd help a kid out without a second thought.

 

[J.G.Blue.]

Tying your fishing rod to the crossbar. Riding miles with your mates to the river/pond only to spend all day catching nothing but sunburn. Laughing at whomever fell in on that particular day.
The joy of owning your first glass fibre rod, space age compared to split cane.
Saving up for a Mitchell match reel.
Abu closed face reels.
Screw in swing tips.
Washing up liquid bottle top/ silver foil bite indicators. Monkey climbers, and later, optonics.
Par boiled potato baits for carp.
Mr Crabtree.
Centre pins for trotting.
Biting lead shot with your teeth.
Learning all the knots.
Proper tackle shops that fucking stank of maggots, but with a genuinely friendly owner who'd help a kid out without a second thought.

I used to love those Mr Crabtree books, in fact I still try & read a river as to where the fish might be & what type, Had to ask my dad what Gentles were :-) STRIKE PETER!

 

[crublue1]

I used to love those Mr Crabtree books, in fact I still try & read a river as to where the fish might be & what type, Had to ask my dad what Gentles were :-) STRIKE PETER!

Me too, used to love those books.
The watercraft advice and knowledge is still valid today.

 

[Marklr]

Making your own bikes out of other bike parts. "Tracker bikes"? Bullhorn handlebars, fixed cogs, flanged wheels. I can't remember the actual real names for them all.
Making your own "bogey cars"

 

[crublue1]

Making your own bikes out of other bike parts. "Tracker bikes"? Bullhorn handlebars, fixed cogs, flanged wheels. I can't remember the actual real names for them all.View attachment 63772
Making your own "bogey cars"View attachment 63773

That's a lovely bike, apart from the daft bars.

 

[i kne albert davy]

I used to love those Mr Crabtree books, in fact I still try & read a river as to where the fish might be & what type, Had to ask my dad what Gentles were :-) STRIKE PETER!

Think I've still got a Mr Crabtree book somewhere.

 

[idahoblues]

That's a lovely bike, apart from the daft bars.

The bars make it!

 

[idahoblues]

Making your own bikes out of other bike parts. "Tracker bikes"? Bullhorn handlebars, fixed cogs, flanged wheels. I can't remember the actual real names for them all.View attachment 63772
Making your own "bogey cars"View attachment 63773

Those front forks are unusual looking

 

[Marklr]

Those front forks are unusual looking

We used to straighten them out in the road grids. Or a hammer and a piece of wood. I think they made wheelies easier.