So nice to see Spontoon island alive and well and art still being created.

Thank you! Maybe a couple of more for Speed Week, racing our way.

Sounds like fun!

WHEE!

"WEE-HAW!"

Weehawken, a Township of 12,500 souls in New Jersey.

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Ha! Nicely done, we already viewed hi-lights of the 1937 race.

Gosh...has it really been three years?

Oh, yes.... It makes for a very strange "20 years on the Interwebs" anniversary.

You didn't warn us that those cars would be so noisy!! Now I think I've got hearing loss!!!!!

Mmm. The dangers of Skweetinnitus. You would think that they could harvest some of that coconut butter for pedalcar lube....

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Such fun!

Yep. I'm probably indulging the fun fantasy of me, at age 6.

That looks like the absolute most fun that's legally allowed!

Yep! Probably keeping 2 Spontoonie priestesses occupied during the racing, collecting & distributing some protective good luck.

#142 is about to wreck, look at the front axle!!

Soon to become a non-stock pedal-car! Equipped with a circumstantial form of "freewheeling". (The tremendous speed may be near 6 kilometers per hour.)

Just look at them go! Vroom! (or Skweeka!)

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"Nov Schmoz Ka-pop!" Some of us older furs remember that...

I was the proud owner of a pedal car at age 3½. I don't think I'd try to take this group on, then or now!

At that age, I saw some, and maybe once got to fit in one. My impression was that working the pedal mechanism to get a smooth forward motion was much less intuitive than tricycle pedals. I made do with a coaster wagon. We did live on a hillside in a big city, and I'm surprised that most all of us neighborhoodds kids rapidly figured out that wheeled vehicles going down steep downhill streets should never be tried.

Fortunately, the road we lived on was pretty much flat past our house. I had inherited the pedal car from two older brothers who seemed to have outgrown it. It was never easy to propel! We brought it when we moved to another house a year later. It tended to bind up in the grass in the back yard (although there were a few smooth spots) but the road was a State Highway and even the builder of our house had lost his life to that traffic. We were well educated in safety before taking a bicycle on that killer strip if concrete. Mom and Dad did their job well. 60 years later, all of us are still in one piece (well, I had my appendix out) but a healthy respect for that road was instilled in us.

The sheet metal pedal car ended up in a back room upstairs in the house. I have no idea what happened to it after Dad passed on; it would be worth a fortune today.

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