You all sound like youngsters…
You all sound like youngsters compared to me. My first and only bike came at age 13 in 1939. It was the Rolls Royce of bicycles; a Rollfast with a tank and a horn on the tank, a headlight on the front fender, a streight bar accross the chrome handlebr. It also had a carrier on the back fender and a chain guard. There was also a speedometer/odometer which registered to 50 mph.The crowning glory was the Fisk whitewall Air Flight inflatable tires. At that time, (still into the depression) the retail cost of this “machine” was $47.50. My Dad got it wholesale for $29.00. That bike was transported to North Carolina where I attended collage and then was transported accross the country to Los Angeles. I equiped it with a $50.00 Whizzer motor that I rode through the canyons between N. Hollywood and Van Nuys to Los Angeles and Westwood. I eventually hit a car that ran a red light. I flipped over the front of the car. The bike ended up a lot worse than I did.