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Posted: **Tue Jul 08, 2008 12:03 am**

We used to use these two-wheeled contraptions called "bicycles" to get from place to place.

Back in my day.

Edited By GORDON on 1215489796

Posted: **Tue Jul 08, 2008 2:46 am**

I don't care for the suburbs. I'd much rather live downtown in a big city, where there's many many more people around for me to hate.

Posted: **Tue Jul 08, 2008 7:24 am**

GORDON wrote:We used to use these two-wheeled contraptions called "bicycles" to get from place to place.

Back in my day.

Even with a bike, it took me 3 miles one-way just to get to a convenience store.

Posted: **Fri Jul 11, 2008 7:43 pm**

Malcolm wrote:
GORDON wrote:What a tragedy, to be bored.
It is.

That breaks my heart so much all I can think of to do is to cut myself so that I feel anything except the severe nothingness of being bored.

And yes, it took me a few days to think of that response.

Posted: **Fri Jul 11, 2008 7:46 pm**

TheCatt wrote:
GORDON wrote:We used to use these two-wheeled contraptions called "bicycles" to get from place to place.

Back in my day.
Even with a bike, it took me 3 miles one-way just to get to a convenience store.

We only had a "party store" for our penny candy.

A bank parking lot.

Aforementioned railroad tracks.

A creek running through town with associated undeveloped wilds running along it.

Bike riding trails.

A buddy and I rode (about) 8 miles, one way, to school on our last day of junior high. And then back.

Everything within 3 miles of you was nothing but developed, fenced in tracts of housing? Nothing broke up the cul-de-sacs?

Posted: **Fri Jul 11, 2008 7:56 pm**

GORDON wrote:
Malcolm wrote:
GORDON wrote:What a tragedy, to be bored.
It is.
That breaks my heart so much all I can think of to do is to cut myself so that I feel anything except the severe nothingness of being bored.

And yes, it took me a few days to think of that response.

Cutting myself isn't quite what I consider "not boring." That's emo.

Posted: **Fri Jul 11, 2008 7:58 pm**

GORDON wrote:
TheCatt wrote:
GORDON wrote:We used to use these two-wheeled contraptions called "bicycles" to get from place to place.

Back in my day.

Even with a bike, it took me 3 miles one-way just to get to a convenience store.

We only had a "party store" for our penny candy.

A bank parking lot.

Aforementioned railroad tracks.

A creek running through town with associated undeveloped wilds running along it.

Bike riding trails.

A buddy and I rode (about) 8 miles, one way, to school on our last day of junior high. And then back.

Everything within 3 miles of you was nothing but developed, fenced in tracts of housing? Nothing broke up the cul-de-sacs?

Actually,

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Posted: **Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:32 am**

That's a lot different than here.

I was not allowed to bike past/on the yellow roads cuz of too much traffic (each of those is/was 3-5 lanes)

But yeah, just streets and houses.... a few creeks .

My middle school was in the middle of the ghetto, surrounded by housing projects, because of forced busing.

Posted: **Sun Jul 13, 2008 4:23 am**

How about here?

It's so far in the middle of nowhere I can't even look it up by address. I have to dig up the GPS coordinates.

It's changed a lot in the last couple of decades since I've left, there's now a convenience store only six miles away. Used to be you had to go all the way into Nacogdoches if you wanted anything.

Posted: **Sun Jul 13, 2008 7:29 am**

TPRJones wrote:How about here?

Hah...we were practically neighbors.

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