Parental Advisory Suggested
In 1975 an 8-year-old kid could ride his blue sparkle banana-seat bike home from his friend's house, sans helmet. Upon arrival he'd slam the bike down on the driveway, walk into the unlocked house, grab an untested painted Superman glass, chug down some non-organic whole milk and play a couple of games of Asteroids on his black and white 13" TV. After saving the world from certain astroid doom, he'd hop into the front seat of his mom's wood-paneled station wagon, without a thought to buckling his seat belt. Mom, also unbuckled, would light up a very long "You've Come a Long Way Baby" Virginia Slims cigarette, (crack the window approximately 1 cm, because that will definitely ventilate the car and remove all traces of second-hand smoke) put her foot on the clutch, shift to first gear and shuffle off happily to the grocery store for some butter, steaks, heavy cream and bacon.