Holy crack it's 50 years later and I'm still jealous. Dammit that's cool. Some kid came over to
my sister's party riding that second bike when I was like 5. Came flying down the hill and skidded
about six feet right down by the mailbox. Coolest thing ever. Only saw it once, but man, I never
forgot it. I tried to make one of my own years later by hammering together some forks I cut up
with a hacksaw and held them together with nuts and bolts. No bueno. But I was cool for just
about a minute! Crotch still hurts from that one coming apart on the fly.