My 1974 Christmas-Birthday Gift
I didn’t care that it wasn’t a Schwinn Stingray! I didn’t care that it wasn’t one of several dozen or so muscle bikes that competitors to Schwinn were producing and which every kid on my block owned. I didn’t even care that my friends wouldn’t be bugging to ride wheelies up and down the street, or even to see how far they could jump the bike off a 3 ft. wide piece of plywood. After all, it’s nearly impossible to jump a 10-speed beyond a few inches of a bunny hop.
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