I remember those Tough Jeans, "bell bottoms" and coudoroys..when I grew up in the 70's, on the gritty, grimey streets of Elizabeth, NJ.... I don't care how hot it got, NOBODY and I mean NOBODY wore shorts unless you were a girl or "Little Lord Fauntleroy"....it was worn out greasy "Dungarees" and a white cotton T-shirt.
If your parents were taking you "down the shore" or to aunt Martha's pool then it was cut-off jeans ...I remember how awful they would look until you got the frayed edges on them.:doah:
how the heck could you crawl on the hot asphalt strewn with broken bits of glass..... working on your Schwinn Sting Ray or mini-bike or your hand-me-down '58 Rambler with push-button shift if you were wearing shorts :doah:
My wife thinks I'm nuts....I guess it's a product of where or how you grew up...I never was much of a beach person.
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