Ah, the big wheel. We had a lot of fun with it. Even when we were way too old to ride it. We’d push each other down the steep hill and get going really fast. BTW, it was impossible to stop the thing when you are going that fast with the pedals spinng too fast and the plastic wheel against concrete was useless. Lol.
Love it!
Born 1931 and still around STRONG!!!
The fifties were even better- the trikes were made of steel, not that sissy plastic stuff!
Best time to live in America the 30s, 40s, 50s, and early part of the 60s, the 70s, was, well, sort of OK, the music was best in the 70s.
I remember my mother developed a blind, seething hatred for Evel Knievel because he was inspiring all us boys to construct scrap wood ramps and perform daring jumps on our bicycles.
My dad was not to thrilled about the added bicycle repair work either.
A PLASTIC tri-cycle! LOL!
I love that picture. However i’m also pretty sure it’s photoshopped.
Everyone who has ever jumped a Big Wheels off a ramp knows that it follows a ballistic trajectory after departing the ramp. And unlike a with a bike the rider isn’t positioned to be able to pull the handles strongly enough to keep the front wheel pointed up. The front of that Big Wheel is just pointed too far up not to violate the laws of physics ...
When my son was little, we lived on a cul de sac than sloped down from the through street to the circle we lived on. The kids would coast their big wheels down the slope around the curve, jump a ramp, then slide to a stop in the circle by slipping sideways. My son wore the wheels off of his big wheel, literally. Now he’s into Jeep expeditions in the wilds of North Alabama. He had 36 inch wide wheels on his Great Pumpkin ... things seem to come back around in life, eh?
Hahaha.. My brothers had a ramp like that! For the dirt bikes.