Haha oh yeah! I also had a late 60s Schwinn Stingray. And you know what..... ? I still got that puppy bro. They bring good money now.
When we went to dirt bikes, that was the end of the bicycles on our neighborhood. That was around 1980.
There wasn't any uppity schools around here. The dregs went to school right along side the (well, you'd call em poor too down that way

) rich kids. Naturally, as human nature dictates, the have not always hated the haves. So, in reality, the haves had to be tough too. There was no sympathy from other kids. Most liked to see a rich kid beat down, so in many aspects, the rich kids had to be tough too, and take no BS.
This is why I HATE all the BS anti bullying garbage you hear about today. All it does is make professional "victims", who always have to be enabled and "saved" by someone. Usually the government.
I was the kid with the cool bike, so everyone was going to steal, destroy, or hurt me in some way. I made it clear they were gonna be eatin with no teeth if they screwed with me.
I'm sorry, but THAT is how you prepare a kid for life. Cause that's how it's gonna be in the real world. All these sniveling "no bullying", whining, pieces of excrement will be the first ones to try and screw you over or hurt you in some way. There is nothing more dangerous or treacherous than a coward.
My wife went to one of those "rich kid schools". They had a pool, a huge library, and all kinds of stuff. She said even the bro's were white.
She also said she never saw a pregnant teenager until she came to Maine. Heck, if she was 20 she was an old maid up here. I had kids in my yearbook that had their pictures taken with their kids. No fooling.
Back in those days it was pretty rough around here.
"Oh bother", said Pooh, as he chambered another round.