Andy Rapoport's Blog

  • July 5, 2012 10:06 am
    The first time I saw one of these bikes in person, was in 1975, the summer after third grade. A kid in the next neighbor over cruised down 38th Street astride this god-like bike, taking his time and making sure we ALL saw what this lucky little fucker’s parents bought him. I hated that kid so much. These were OUR streets, and our bikes sucked! How dare he!? 
I never got the Schwinn of my dreams, but I took some satisfaction in learning that this kid was a bully and his dad was complete asshole. View high resolution

    The first time I saw one of these bikes in person, was in 1975, the summer after third grade. A kid in the next neighbor over cruised down 38th Street astride this god-like bike, taking his time and making sure we ALL saw what this lucky little fucker’s parents bought him. I hated that kid so much. These were OUR streets, and our bikes sucked! How dare he!? 

    I never got the Schwinn of my dreams, but I took some satisfaction in learning that this kid was a bully and his dad was complete asshole.

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