Yup Petey,
No helmet, gloves, or athletic supporter for those abrupt stops either!
By all accounts, I should probably be singing soprano in my church choir!
There were five of us kids that used to roll around the back of his station wagon- not a car seat to be found or a seat belt employed. My brother and I still marvel at Dad's ability to somehow locate us with the back of his hand as he drove, even with all of the rolling around, when we acted up.
My personal favorite was the school monkey bars and jungle gym strategically placed in the schoolyard over a nice slab of concrete. You made damn sure you hung on!