This beautiful lane is on the right as you drive down to Freeport, in a neighboring county.
Once upon a time children rode their bike for hours on end, especially if they lived in the Chesapeake Bay household.
In case I've not mentioned it before, there was nothing to do around here and most of your fun had to be invented. The bicycle provided much-needed activity and an even more-needed escape from
On occasion, I did take flight, but not in the way intended. This was the dreaded fall caused by inattention, excessive speeds, a stray stick or rock, or just plain bad luck.
(Speaking of bad luck, more than once--in fact as many as four separate times--I was hit in the face/eye with a rock propelled from a neighbor's lawn mower as I rode my bike by their house and they were cutting grass. What do you think the odds are of that happening more than once? Why can't I have this sort of luck with the Virginia lottery?)
Falling off a speeding bicycle onto pavement was the worst. Knees and elbows caught the brunt of the beating; blood was everywhere and the pain was excruciating. This pain, however, was a mere warm-up for tolerating the Mother-Applied
(I'd like to press pause for just a sec and let you know there are many variations of spelling for these two tinctures of battery acid, but the spelling above appears to be closest to correct. We always pronounced it "methyalade" not -ate but people around here also say "nare" instead of "nary" or "chimbley" instead of "chimney" so we were definitely not the experts in the arena of pronunciation.)
Merthiolate and Mercurochrome came in tiny brown bottles with a glass dropper which served as a hot poker to apply the battery acid to the wound. This tincture of hellfire was supposed to prevent infection, and as I recall it did that by burning away every possible shred of skin, hair, flesh and bone that it came into contact with. There was no sting like Mercurochrome applied to an open wound. Except for Merthiolate.
Mercifully, Mercurochrome was banned in the U.S. due to the presence of mercury
Or perhaps it went back home to Hades where it was born.