Thursday, January 11, 2018

Death Trap??

I rode it many a day and save many a village from many a Mexican bandito. Any risk to my life was worth it to see the joy in the faces of recently freed villagers as we stand over the dead bodies of their oppressors. I liked to wear a wide brim Sombero. That basement light can rip the hide off a kid without it. Good times.

 

And of course I ONLY used a fancy TWO GUN rig. They would have called me the Two-Gun Kid if that name wasn't already copywritten. They would sue a kid back in the 70s for a lot less.

9 comments:

Stu Ordana said...

My oldest sister got one of those riding horses when she was a kid so it had to be in the 50s sometime. I was riding it around 1969 and 1970. I would get that thing hopping so the whole frame was jumping up off the floor. Plus yours has a fancy step to get up on the horse. My Ole Paint, you had to crawl up on and she would buck you off sometimes. :)

DrGoat said...

And don't let your hair get caught in those springs.
I had a two gun rig too. Fanner 50s with Greenie Stickum caps.

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...

Caps AND silver bullets for me.

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...

My dad weighed mine down so it didn't come off the floor and you could get extra height from those springs.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

My riding horsie didn't move (except in my imagination). It was homemade by my Dad who sawed the end off a telephone pole to make it, along with 4 broomstick lengths for legs, a plywood head and a binder twine tail. The Manitoba Telephone System kept its replacement telephone poles in an (unfenced) lot beside our house. So one dark night before Christmas, he just went over and got what he needed to make the horse's body.

I had a cowboy hat and a silver gun but no bullets or caps.

What can I say? We were poor!

But I sure wish I still had that horsie today.

Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness said...

That is cool. You could stay back in town and protect the womens and the the little chillins. While us men folk with our real horses go and do some real killin. Oh and have some grub and some hootch and some whores available when we return. We might be late for work in the mornin. YEE HAW.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

You know I'd kill you all, so shut the fuck up.

dan muray said...

Well I was going to comment on how the skin on my tender thighs would get pinched in the worn out cheap springs until they bled---child torture machine if there ever was one.....almost as bad as the old foreskin in the zipper---ouch dan murray

Mitchell is Moving said...

I didn't have the TWO guns, but my horse was identical ... although it wasn't as stable around the base.