CARS CIRCLE AROUND the loop in downtown Ripon while teens hang out on the sidewalk during an evening of “scooping the loop.						   Tim Lyke photo
CARS CIRCLE AROUND the loop in downtown Ripon while teens hang out on the sidewalk during an evening of “scooping the loop. Tim Lyke photo

     WHEN I FIRST MOVED to Ripon in August 1994, there were these funny signs at the entrances to downtown Ripon.

     “No cruising,” they proclaimed.

     I wondered, what is cruising?

     Apparently, I’d missed by mere months one of the greatest joys and memories Riponites of my generation and generations prior shared: scooping the loop.

     Families bonded; future husbands and wives met. Memories for a lifetime were forged.

     I asked a few of our readers to recount such stories with us. Here’s what they shared with me:

     Stefanie Meeker

     Being born and raised in Ripon by two parents who graduated from Ripon High School, participating in “scooping the loop” was in my blood.

     Before my friends and I had our drivers licenses we all knew on Friday and Saturday night we had plans to be together walking downtown and watching the older kids scoop the loop.  ...

     With our favorite cassette tape loaded in the radio, some gas in the car, big hair and tight rolled jeans we were ready to scoop the loop for hours.  It was so much fun! ...

     To read the rest of the column, including how one reader's scooping led to a ring around her finger, see the July 4, 2019 edition of The Ripon Commonwealth Press.