For us it was all about the stingray bike. You had to have a stingray with a banana seat, possibly with a 'sissy bar' on it. You'd sometimes adjust the handlebars so that they were down low or way up high. And the baseball mitt was often hung over the handlebars. After Evel Knievel got big, we'd make little ramps in our yards and try to jump over things. Sometimes we'd ride over to Devils Hills and ride on the dirt paths there - the had some decent hills to ride up and down. I still remember getting my bike over at Great Western Auto.
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