91. Schwinn Sting-Ray Bicycle
A child-sized chopper
It went like this: kids came home from school, changed clothes, and took off on their bikes. Were they going to the park, to a friend’s house, to the five-and-dime store? Who knew? They were popping wheelies, riding free. Parents trusted they’d be home when they needed to, by dark, by dinner time. And they were.
The bikes emerged out of West Coast motorcycle culture. After WWII, returning veterans had bought up surplus military bikes and stripped them down—removing fenders, cutting frames, raking the front forks out long and low. The look was less about speed, more about stance and style. By the 60s, black paint was out, and candy-colored, metal-flaked choppers glittered in the California sunshine.
Local kids started applying the same logic to their bicycles. Elongated banana seats looked low and cool, with a rear support hoop that was just like a motorcycle sissy bar. Huge, ape-hanger handlebars completed the translation from the machines in the driveway.
In 1963, Schwinn designer Al Fritz went to California, saw what the kids were doing, copied it, cleaned it up, and sold his company on the idea. The Sting-Ray hit stores that year. By the end of the decade, its glitter vinyl banana seat was like a disco ball you sat on, and tassels streamed from the handlebars. Sold in colors like Flamboyant Lime, Radiant Coppertone, and Kool Lemon, it was less a bicycle than a child-sized chopper, the first swagger for a generation of American kids.
Special thanks to Julie Kinzelman for suggesting the Schwinn Sting-Ray.
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Don't forget the 5-gear shift on the top tube bar...very cool but painful on an emergency dismount. (Rich kids had that model. I just rode one...never owned.)
I had one! Someone stole it.