[Vella Gonzaga]

Pedal Car​

Image Source: Australia Remember When

Remember those little red pedal cars? For many, it was the perfect childhood gift—zooming around the backyard for hours, pretending to be a race car driver or even a mechanic fixing it up. What’s your favourite memory of playing with your pedal car? Share it with us!

 

[Mikev]

Yes, I had one of these which was a hand me down from older siblings. I used to love hopping in it and driving around on the cement paths. It was a rustbucket when I had it but still worked fine!

 

[Noon]

We had a couple when we were kids & a fire engine. 5kids fighting over them & the boys always won, because in those days many females didn't drive cars according to the brothers.

 

[EllenM]

Our lovely old Irish neighbours had one under their high set Queenslander. It was a faded red pedal car. They lived next door to our family for more than 50 years and the two families were close. We had a little gate connecting the two properties. When they moved on in later years (one to heaven, the other to a nursing home) they left the little red pedal car behind.
I found out my little boy (then aged 3) when visiting his nana, would open the ricketty gate and sneak into the neighbours to ride the pedal car. He never did it when they were living there. For some reason, he was scared of that strong, loud, Irish voice booming out “Top of the mornin’ to ya, me little petsy bairnie”.
When I discovered he was sneaking next door, I knew I needed a way to stop him. Their property was on a busy road and if he could open one gate …
So, I watched him one day. The minute I heard the gate squeak, I was off. I ran around to the front of their house, snuck up the stairs and called out loudly in the best impersonation of the old neighbour’s voice I could muster: Is that really you, me little petsy bairnie? You leave that little pedal car alone and go back to home to your mammy!!”
He flew like the wind and the devil were chasing him.
And never went back there again.
A short time later, his dear grandad made him a bright red wooden go-cart that also flew like the wind.
Now, in his thirties, he still has that cherished, wooden go-cart, for the next generation.