I had exactly this same Schwinn Stingray. Same color, same slik, same everything.
I bet I put a million miles on that puppy, most of ‘em on the Slik only. I could almost make that fucker fly. It was bad to the bone before there was bad to the bone. I was too cool for school.
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Things certainly were different in the old days weren’t they?
I learned to ride on a small Schwinn and a John Deere bike that was set up the same as that Stingray…
Damn… that seems like another world.
I had the cheap Huffy knock-off, with a sissy bar for popping mean-ass wheelies.
I miss my banana seat and glow in the dark handgrips.
Those chrome fenders were the bomb were they not? Hell, a bike like that was the first I closepinned a Mike Schmidt rookie cart to the back wheel to make the cool ass “motor” sound… Damn! Schmidt rookie…