this was derry 's old cape , where elderly cars with wired-up mufflers and cracked windshields wore bumper-stickers saying things like do n't blame me i voted for perot and all tiil , way with the n.r.a where no house was complete without at least one fisher-price big wheel trike standing on the listless lawn , where girls were stepping dynamite at sixteen and all too often dull-eyed , fat-bottomed mothers of three at twenty-four .