LOL! They have brakes! Granted, they’re pretty much only used at the end of the ride. ;-)
I thought there was something on the line near the end of a ride that caught and slowed the thing. :-)
he completely put you on a different path in life because of what HE believed in.
In fairness, it was 1950, and at that time the idea of females in certain jobs was - well, unthinkable for a man who was certainly older than my father, who was born in 1906. It was a reflection of attitudes prior to WW2 (and for some years after) when the general feeling still was that women's primary job was to look after the house and kids (when my parents got married in the early 30s my father said that no wife of his was ever going to have to work) and it's really only in the last few years that women have been considered for certain jobs. (Yes, women held down certain jobs during the war, and when the war ended the women were o-u-t to give work to the men.)
Hell, I'm reflecting that attitude when I... well, think it wrong for a married woman to be expected to get a job (and then use most of her wages to pay someone else to look after her pre-school-age kids). (Fair enough to get a job if Gran is available to baby-sit.) Once the kids are at school, yes... At the same time, how much of that stems from my feelings of having been abandoned by my mother when I was evacuated in 1939/40? I'd guess quite a lot...
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I thought there was something on the line near the end of a ride that caught and slowed the thing. :-)
he completely put you on a different path in life because of what HE believed in.
In fairness, it was 1950, and at that time the idea of females in certain jobs was - well, unthinkable for a man who was certainly older than my father, who was born in 1906. It was a reflection of attitudes prior to WW2 (and for some years after) when the general feeling still was that women's primary job was to look after the house and kids (when my parents got married in the early 30s my father said that no wife of his was ever going to have to work) and it's really only in the last few years that women have been considered for certain jobs. (Yes, women held down certain jobs during the war, and when the war ended the women were o-u-t to give work to the men.)
Hell, I'm reflecting that attitude when I... well, think it wrong for a married woman to be expected to get a job (and then use most of her wages to pay someone else to look after her pre-school-age kids). (Fair enough to get a job if Gran is available to baby-sit.) Once the kids are at school, yes... At the same time, how much of that stems from my feelings of having been abandoned by my mother when I was evacuated in 1939/40? I'd guess quite a lot...