In High school in the mid 60s everyone was begging their parents to get them on for Christmas. The two that I knew about crashed into each other never to be replaced. Neither was a Cushman. Fortunately my parents wouldn't buy me one and later in life let me crash several of them on my on. Parents were far smarter than me. West Tennessee was a great place to grow up in the 60s. The 70s were when I learned what real excitement was to ride. It had rotor blades and rockets. Got no better than that. Crankum up!
In High school in the mid 60s everyone was begging their parents to get them on for Christmas. The two that I knew about crashed into each other never to be replaced. Neither was a Cushman. Fortunately my parents wouldn't buy me one and later in life let me crash several of them on my on. Parents were far smarter than me. West Tennessee was a great place to grow up in the 60s. The 70s were when I learned what real excitement was to ride. It had rotor blades and rockets. Got no better than that. Crankum up!
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