The phrase “ruining my childhood” comes to mind.
I knew someone else was going to make that search, and I’m pleased that it was you. And of course you found the one thing I was super hesitant to post due to motor.
Thank you. I saw the thread late and instantly thought of the Green Machine. My buddy Clint had one, along with a Big Wheel with loose steering, and we’d ride them down his steep and curving driveway after Cub Scout meetings. I always drove the Green Machine because it was so much cooler, but it seemed slower. So the one time I took the Big Wheel down, the loose steering betrayed me and I went over the side of the driveway and down the embankment. Got my Scout uniform all kinds of dirty.
And my buddy Tom had a version of the Green Machine called the Blue Maxx. It was blue. Haven’t seen another before or since.
Looks like Tom’s folks sprang for the deluxe that year.
And on a related note, looking at what those cost I cannot believe my parents got my brother the green machine and I a big wheel the same christmas.
Bloody hell, me and a time machine are totally buying at least 10 of these next time I get my hands on that time machine. A few green, mostly blue.
My sister had the Galloping Horse. My god, those springs could pinch your legs…
Well, maybe you shouldn’t have tried to re-enact the bull riding scene from Urban Cowboy, eh?
Pick me up a green, will you?
Before I came along my brother had one. As the family story goes one cocktail party when he was about 4 he went around sampling everyone’s drinks on the sly, and then climbed aboard his rocking horse. Apparently he was having a grand old time until he flipped over the horse’s head into a wall and landed in a giggling mess.
Inorite? They’re like $150 now!
I just cringe, thinking about how relatively hairy my legs are now compared to then. Yeowch!
I kinda found my first bike, too, though mine was the boys’ version of this rainbow-fade $68.99 Awesomemobile, and my banana seat and handgrips were black.
But of course, the one I coveted, the one I couldn’t talk 'em into getting for me, was the chopper at the bottom, complete with fake gas tank.
God, the 70s.
It’s steep now, but I’m pretty sure the two toys about equaled the mortgage payment that December back in '77. I am not buying my kids anything that equals the mortgage payment. My kids are free from the worry that comes with scratching new things, if you get what I mean.
ETA: Total brain failure. I was thinking about the adjusted value today and comparing that with 1977 dollars. Doh.
This was my first bike.
and was replaced by this:
These are the right colors, too. I remember the Grifter had a nice habit of disengaging the gear when you were pushing hard in the top one. Like, say, when you were standing up on the pedals.
I liked the backpedal brake on the Strika…
Flat tires (I mean tyres) and all?
I’d pay $5 to see evidence that any kid ever in the history of the USA ever thought to mount this basket on this bicycle.
'Cause that kid would be awesome.
Crap, I’d pay stupid money for that Pink Panther bike! I hate the color pink, but have had an unreasonably soft spot for the Panther my whole life.
My first bike was a Schwinn Stingray (little kid version with back-peddle braking), with a blue metal-flake banana seat and handle grips.
Oh my god, I didn’t even notice the seat on that Pink Panther one! That seat alone is suitable for hanging on the wall above the mantle!
Aw. Too bad I’m on a phone right now instead of a computer. The Stingray had a basket on the handlebars not terribly different than the one in your picture. To this day, I have no idea what my parents were thinking by slapping it on.
I thought the Blue Maxx was just a suburban legend.
Seemed like it. I really only ever saw the one.
It’s so painfully awesome because we can’t get our hands on it now without coughing up the kids’ college fund.