I'm so old I Remember when:

[MROO]

Mine was blue with silver pinstripes. Blue with silver flake banana seat. Ape hanger bars. Matching blue with silver flake hand grips and a big ol shifter on the cross bar.
Unfortunately a short sissy bar but it did have a wide flat drag slick rear tire. Chain guard came loose and banged around so I tossed it and tied my bell bottom tight to my leg with a shoestring.

OhMaGosh, Yeah! Getting your pant legs unsnagged from the bike chain was the worst! Mom just shook her head when the (daily delivered) newspaper showed up without a rubber band ... again. She knew I'd snagged it to ward off a bell bottom disaster!

 

[Sally PB]

;D
All you had to do was turn the paper sideways

No, you just turned your head sideways.

 

[sdm111]

The hopeless feeling of a pantleg caught in we sprocket and slowly coming to a stop and fall I no on your right side with no way to stop it

 

[notabitail]

The hopeless feeling of a pantleg caught in we sprocket and slowly coming to a stop and fall I no on your right side with no way to stop it

I've gotten pants stuck in a bike.

 

[jxp]

I've gotten pants stuck in a bike.

raises hand. Me too.

 

[notabitail]

raises hand. Me too.

I also made the chain fall off my sister's bike and crashed it into some grape vines. My sister got mad and all it needed was the chain reseated .

 

[kikiruru]

I found this online. It may help:
The closest thing to the "government cheese" of the 1980s, a processed cheese distributed by the US government to low-income households, is deli American cheese or Land O'Lakes American cheese. While not identical, these cheeses share a similar flavor profile and texture, often described as mild and melty, similar to Velveeta.

Thank you

 

[jxp]

IMO, Velveeta's nasty, but the reference to being very "meltable" works. My ex insisted on buying that cursed stuff, using it for everything from grilled cheese (messy) to pizza (I won't even dignify THAT with a real comment.) My kids never understood why I made my sandwiches with the "other cheese" until I convinced them to try it. None of us has bought even a single box of that awful stuff since he left - and we readily admit that our lives are better for it all!

They say PTSD is a complex issue with many layers like an onion. Sounds like you've unpeeled a couple.

Now tell us, can you walk past that yellow box on the market shelf without suffering flashbacks?

 

[MROO]

They say PTSD is a complex issue with many layers like an onion. Sounds like you've unpeeled a couple.

Now tell us, can you walk past that yellow box on the market shelf without suffering flashbacks?

PTSD? You bet!
I grew up Italian ... we ate real cheese every day - either homemade mozza & ricotta or hard cheese from my uncle's Italian deli. Asiago and Fontina are still my guilty pleasures! Nona would have disowned us for even considering that stuff in the horrid yellow box! When my ex put that nasty stuff on the grocery list, I actually thought he was kidding. I should have read the "writing on the box." It would have saved me a lot of trouble in the long run - and not just in the kitchen!

I have to admit that my aversion to the melty stuff has tempered a bit over the years. I can usually walk past the yellow boxes without cringing. I also admit (forgive me, Nona) that I will occasionally put a box in my cart when making scratch mac'n'cheese. Despite its' many shortcomings, it's an easy binder for the multiple real cheeses that the good stuff requires. Luckily, I'm not a big mac'n'cheese fan, so that's not very often!

Okay, now you've got me all nostalgic ... I think I smell a deli run!

 

[BigBlueHen53]

(Singing) Cheese, glorious cheese! Oh, how we adore you!