Ice cream truck

The ice cream truck used to come every day from mid June to late August. I'm surprised that so many of you never saw an ice cream truck before. We always knew the truck would show up because it always came at the same time, so we had enough time to bed our moms for money. So all the neighbourhood kids would sit on the side walk, waiting for the ice cream truck to show up. Once my grandmother gave me five bucks but insisted that I only buy two scoops. I did buy about six scoops. I do remember that she was VERY angry...but I don't remember if I actually finished my ice cream. There are still children here now, but the truck stopped coming :(

Well I know around here they don't exist... but when I lived in the cities, i would hear the music, and run in the house and beg mom to give me money..... and then my best friend Michelle and I would race each other to the ice cream truck. Oh, to be young again.

There was a park a few blocks from our house where the ice cream truck would go on warm afternoons. Usually if I was out at the park, I didn't have money or my parents weren't around for me to beg for a buck or two. There weren't a lot of kids on my street, but when the ice cream truck did come by our house, it was great. My mom wasn't big on giving in to sweets, so it was definitely a treat when she gave in.

not gonna lie...at 25 the ice cream truck is still pretty damn exciting!

One my wives was walking the dog, and both got hit by an ice cream truck. I sure miss that dog.

I don't think I ever saw an ice-cream truck when I was a kid. Back then I kind of figured they were just a construct of sappy TV shows. Ice cream was always a treat as a kid, but there aren't any ice cream trucks barreling down gravel roads, and you don't see them in the small towns that were about three miles from where I grew up either.

I loved these things as a kid. My dad would always make me go through a routine of pleading my case before relenting at the last minute and giving me some money. Invariably, as I ran down the driveway, he'd yell after me and tell me to get him a creamsicle.

Funny how they still play the same music! Only now I don't beg for change and run after them....

All the ones in my neighborhood sold acid...

I lived out in the middle of nowhere; there was no truck.

The bells on an ice-cream truck could make Dick Cheney smile. . .

i still get excited when i hear the ice cream man. so does my dog cuz he knows he gets one too

Mister Softee came in the afternoon and the king of them all, Good Humor, in the early evening. The jingling bells emoted a Pavlovian response of everyone in our household. One year, we had a real cool dude manning the truck. He would let me ring the bells and once told me (it was right around the time of the moon walk in 1969), You like spaceships, right. I said, Sure. He had me put my ear to the truck and said, Doesn't that sound like a space ship? It was the freezer compressor making weird noises and, by golly, it did sound like something out of Star Trek. Good Humor trucks joined the dinosaurs in the early '80s.

Alpepper is right; the thought of that white truck does induce a Pavlovian response. My sweet tooth is already acting up. In my NJ neighborhood, it was Good Humor and Pied Piper. You'd hear that cheesy calliope-type music drifting through the stifling summer air and you'd run to grab some spare coins and then run to catch up to the truck before it had driven too far afield. I don't know if Good Humor still canvases the neighborhood (I know Pied Piper doesn't) but I still wax nostalgic at times and have to fight the urge to race out after the trucks when they come around. I can see myself now...a middle-aged guy standing with young children to buy ice cream from a truck. The way things are, I'd probably be arrested on suspicion of something nefarious. Unlike Michael Jackson, I'd probably be convicted.

Never liked ice cream, but that did not stop me complaining to my parents until I got one anyhow, just like my siblings. A friend of mine told me his dad told him that when they play the music, it means they have run out of ice cream. That was pretty low.

I clearly remember running barefoot to catch the Good Humor man,and paying 35 cents or so for a toasted coconut or eclair pop with crunchy stuff outside,vanilla ice cream and a chocolate center...mmmmm

I remember is was special when the icecreamtruck came down our street. Of course to show how old I am where i am at. the icecream person was either on this bicycle that had a big cooler he pedaled in front of him. he was the lucky one. the other poor guy had to push this icecream cooler by foot. I think the icecream trucks came later on.for some reason it was a treat to get one of those treats. Never mind you could get it a lot cheaper at the grocery store.

You knew the ice cream truck was getting closer when you heard that familiar music box style music. With plenty of change in your pocket, you were all set!

Oh I remember this well. Yelling STOP at the top of my lungs. Then running into the house and asking my dad for some money. He usually said yes. Once he stopped, every kid in the neighborhood would crowd around him. Back then we still had the Good Humor Man ice cream trucks, he would have to get out and open the door in the back of the truck. My favorites were anything with chocalate. Still is.