[sammyg2]

When I was young my dad would go to the local dump and pick through the pile of old bikes and pick up a wheel for a quarter, handlebars for a dime. etc. He'd build junk bikes for my three brothers and I, that was the best he could afford and we tended to tear them up as fast as he could fix them.

Then, at Christmas 1972 my younger brother and I got brand new stingrays.
Don't know where they got the money, but that was the best Christmas ever.

He got the blue one and I was stuck with the yellow one but we all know yellow stingrays are faster (YSAF).