When I was a kid there was a boneshaker hill at the end of my street dubbed Suicide Hill and if you could ride your Stingray down there without it doing the Shimmy Shimmy Shake with subsequent crash and skinned up knees you acheived ledgendary status...
I crashed a couple of times, my older stepbrother told me to lose the ape hangers and I might have a chance. We moved overseas before that challenge presented itself, I outgrew the stingray too.
I visited that street in Mountlake Terrace Washington many years later and I drove down to the beginnings of Suicide Hill.... pfffft things always look bigger when you’re 10.