I spotted this "vintage" Schwinn bike on the interweb. I was immediately transported back to my junior and high school days in Lethbridge Alberta about 40 years ago. My dad had a black steed like this one. When I was big enough I ditched my smaller Schwinn with the banana seat and ape hangers and rode this model. It was certainly faster but a bit dangerous on the "big shale". The big shale was series of huge swoops and steep hills frequented by motorcycles.
I have great memories of flying down smooth, almost vertical pitches and slamming on the coaster brakes just before the river's edge.
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Hey, what's wrong with banana seats and ape hangers? Some of us were stuck with such things. Forced to crash them, over and over.
I meant no slight to ape hangers and bananas. My memory merely took me to those times when a bigger bike went faster. My ability to ride my dad's bike meant that I was growing up and able to perform faster more dangerous stunts.
Does that mean that the level of danger has continued to escalate as you have continued to age?
The danger level is no longer mine to create. Danger is behind the wheel of every vehicle on the road.
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