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Picked up this Firestone Warrior this Memorial Day. It's been painted somewhat sloppily but the bike, overall, looks pretty solid. Not sure how much has been changed as I haven't found too much on this yet. Obviously, the pedals and grips are not original and there are mount holes in both the front and rear fenders. The front, I'm sure was for a headlight, the rear, maybe a rack?
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From the Rat Rod Facebook edition - someone posted this:

Snyder (Rollfast) Serial Numbers
A = 1959 ~ G = 1965
B = 1960 ~ H = 1966
C = 1961 ~ I = 1967
D = 1962 ~ J = 1968
E = 1963 ~ K = 1969
F = 1964
 
A few weeks ago, Dec, 2024, I picked up a similar bike at a church rummage. Same "Warrior" head badger, same chainguard, although mine has "Featherweight" painter on it, same serial number location, mine is a "G" date but it has a different chainwheel. I was drawn to it as I remember having a bike like this one in grade school circa mid 1960s or so. I don't know if my childhood bike came from a Firestone tire store but my father usually got his tires from the junk yard.
 

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but my father usually got his tires from the junk yard.

Ha, My dad never paid more than $2 for a car tire. He had a buddy that had an old time gas/service station and he would save them for my dad. So many flats, so I got good at changing tires. We quite literally got the last miles of those tires.
 
Ha, My dad never paid more than $2 for a car tire. He had a buddy that had an old time gas/service station and he would save them for my dad. So many flats, so I got good at changing tires. We quite literally got the last miles of those tires.
Now, my old man never asked me to do anything... ... ... he was like a pit crew in the Indy 500... ... ...
I could see the lug nuts glittering in the streetlights ... ... ... only I didn't say fudge. :21:
We called them baloney slabs.
 

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