My very first bike was a red Stingray Custom; it was red with a front hand-brake and two speed kick-back rear hub. I could ride a wheelie on that thing for days. We used to build jumps and lay garbage cans end-to-end to see how far we could fly. Long before the advent of helmets, we crashed hard and often. I'm amazed that some road-rash was the most serious injury any of us ever suffered.
Now I'm such a pussy, I wouldn't even think of jumping my FSR mountain bike like I used to air out that rigid Stingray.
I like the old model too.
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
Science-fiction author Robert Heinlein
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