tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32681454.post215889781278864094..comments2023-04-01T12:16:18.921-05:00Comments on the Jager Gazette: Reliving the Flexy Racerjager ~EBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09154593897377722080noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32681454.post-31589127620636739642011-08-05T21:52:30.975-05:002011-08-05T21:52:30.975-05:00Oh, yeah. That was FUN. It was more exciting to si...Oh, yeah. That was FUN. It was more exciting to sit on it and steer with my feet. That way no brakes and higher center of gravity (so more danger) but flat on my stomach was fun, too!Jessenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32681454.post-29229978798281603322011-04-22T08:22:48.362-05:002011-04-22T08:22:48.362-05:00I, too, received one for Christmas back in the 195...I, too, received one for Christmas back in the 1950's. I loved it and rode it often. However, one day while wearing my FAVORITE skirt/matching top, the skirt got caught under a wheel and ripped. TammeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32681454.post-54411479475005102702010-12-18T12:15:30.880-06:002010-12-18T12:15:30.880-06:00I survived my Flexy, I used to ride it on a dead e...I survived my Flexy, I used to ride it on a dead end street that was a large hill, it stopped a lake. If one rode that thing on a busy street it was a death sentence, as you were less than 15 inches off the ground.<br /> I still have it all these years later. Come to think of it, my folks took out a $10,000 life insurance policy on me right about the same time....hmmm.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03284923360334729698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32681454.post-4652255798950129852010-11-08T23:05:14.559-06:002010-11-08T23:05:14.559-06:00One of my brothers received a Flexy for Christmas ...One of my brothers received a Flexy for Christmas in 1951. We lived in San Francisco, so we had many hills to go down. I,age 6, would ride on the back of one of my brothers and watch the bushes and driveways zoom passed as we went down the sidewalk. One day I rode it into our street and was hit by a car. I received a broken arm and a huge bruise on my leg. The Flexy "mysteriously" disappeared after that. I loved that Flexy and would continue to ride on a friend's. I had caring parents, but in the 50's kids were given a lot of freedom.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32681454.post-3265066934014654272009-09-10T10:35:46.880-05:002009-09-10T10:35:46.880-05:00I owned a Flexy when I was a kid in the fifties. ...I owned a Flexy when I was a kid in the fifties. I played with it all the time, whizzing down the hill on our street. I never got hurt riding on it.<br />Strangely, a couple nights ago I dreamed that I went over 200 miles an hour on a Flexy. I don't think I ever dreamed of my Flexy before.Amphionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08915798786000826317noreply@blogger.com