i grew up at a time when bmx and freestyle bikes were the norm. Mongoose, GT, Redline, Diamondback, etc...
our subdivision was essentially a circle route with a road that bisected the circle.
We would play serious games of bike tag with 10-15 kids. cutting through yards. the guy that was "it" would have to put a flashlight on his bike so we could see him. sometimes we'd do versions of capture the flag on bikes.
another bike game we would play was "close call." we'd ride in a driveway, as slow and close to each other as possible. if you put your foot on the ground, you were out. you were allowed to drop your bike to the ground, stand on it, and do a kick start-ride away...
it was pretty fun...basically, bike balancing.
we were 2 minutes from a cornfield, down a 80' decline in a valley at the mouth of the Fox River. there were lots of vacant lots that became bike trails, jumps, whoopdies, doubles, triples, banks, tree forts, etc... a couple of friends had driveways that led directly to boat ramps to the water. so, we'd built these ridiculously inclined wooden ramps, tie an orange life preserver to the handle bars, and do our best Matt Hoffman imitations without the fear of hitting earth. instead we'd fly off the ramp, do our 280's and smash into the water. the life preserver would float our bikes after landing. repeat x 50.
On the Chain 'O Lakes, our subdivision was a peninsula surrounded by channels. so, in the winter you could walk to your buddies over ice faster than you could walk the roads or bike there. everyone had snowmobiles, or 3-wheelers, some guys had Yamaha/Kawasaki 125cc's or mini-bikes. We'd get a ski tow rope and sled behind one of the machines on the frozen channels. it was tubing on ice.
we played an insane amount of two man, 3 man, & 4 man, wiffle and tennis baseball. past the pitcher was a single. hit the road on the fly, double, hit it over the road into the ditch, triple, hit it into the yard, home run.
neighborhood 6" nerf softball games on one of our gradually inclining roads. pitchers hand out, running bases.
the WAterway agency would open the McHenry Dam and drop the lake level a good 3 feet during the winter. right off our pier it was about 4' deep, so in the winter, it was a foot of ice along the seawall. when it was right around the thaw, we'd run along the seawall and the ice would break behind us. kind of like the "falling bridge" thing in movies. free for all checking, blocking, etc...
anyway...if you got wet, you lost.
It was awesome.
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