I'm a liar. Everytime I ride my stingray I fear someone will out me. Show me up for the fraud I am. U see my stingray is a repop. I'm sorry but back in 2007 it called to me from a side walk sale at walmart. I was weak. I couldn't resist it's candy apple green and chrome charms. "U could take me home" it said. I'll never tell" "you've always wanted me, u know it." So for the princely sum of $64.99 I bought this modern day siren and sold my soul. Now evertime someone says "hey nice stingray, U did a nice job restoring it" I cringe. I lie, a lie of ommition but a lie non the less. My responce "oh thanks." and then I pedal off the fraud commited again. Ok so is it wrong to love my stingray. Are the og stingrays of the late 60's and early 70's the only bikes worthy of love? What about the murky underworld of stingrays built of bike shop canti frames and lil chick parts? The Ladyboys of the bike world? What are ur thoughts?