[herr_oberst]

'59, Boise

I wanted a Schwinn Stingray. It had to be a Schwinn. It was 58 or 59 bucks. My parents generously offered to pay half, so I saved and saved, (and occasionally gave into temptation seeing all that loot in the bottom of the can, so I had to keep saving.) I wore out the ad that I'd clipped out of the back of Boys' Life just staring at it and dreaming...

Fortunately, in those days, when something was advertised for 58 bucks, it stayed that price for a while.

I rode that bike everywhere. Leave home in the morning, come home at dinner time.