After my sister's 26" bike and my 2 dollar 24" Roadmaster, my Dad brought home two orange bikes, with three speed shifters, banana seats and high bars...they weren't Stingrays, or Krates, but they sure were cool! Huffy?

I wrecked mine in the first two minutes. My brother and I were haulin' down the road and to the dirt side road a quarter mile from where I grew up, and at the intersection was a puddle. I ran through it then hit my new to me hand brakes and there was nothing! IIIEEEEIEIEIIIIEEE!!! over the edge of the road I went, 10 feet down into the "ditch"! It's at the intersection of State Rt. 528 and Hautala Rd., Montville, Ohio...look it up on google earth.

Anyhow, the bike and I both survived, my Dad was PO'ed 'cause I just wrecked my brand new bike, and I was a battle scarred but happy camper.

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