Summer of '72, 8th and Mt. Vernon, San Bernardino, CA. Me and my Murray (hand-me-down from my brother.) It had a rear slick, and I added the green visibility flag to the sissy-bar. I don't remember what happened to the bike; maybe, like my old trike, my mom perhaps "gave it to the nuns." That was my mom's equivalent of "sleeps with the fishes" for any missing toys.