I was a fair hand with mine too. I could generally sink a penny into a fencepost at ten yards.
('69 Gen X. Tread worn almost to the canvas, bit wheezy on hills, far too heavy on the gas, horsepower is down a bit, body work is a bit saggy, and the emissions are beginning to cause concern. Not too bad otherwise though)
The difference between kids of our generation and these days, is that our parents and others had far more immediately-effective methods of instilling fear of consequence into us.