So, I’m a bit younger than the era you’re looking for, but my dad was an alcoholic and I remember as a kid being in the local bar and being juuuust short enough that I was just under the smoke line. I had to breach that line to get up on a bar stool and ask for a kitty cocktail. It always felt like I crossed the border to another world whenever I did.
I think I need to use more force to clear my lungs than my peers, but other than that my lack of athletic ability is mostly self inflicted.
I always include the rider because the picture of the bike is on the street. A bike or motorcycle on a street is “everything I do not want to hit”.