My Dad went to the Bike Shop on his way home from work and helped the owner assemble it. Since we lived where there were a bunch of off road trails, my Dad had the guy put on front and rear over sized knobby tires. I was the envy of the Elementary School that year.
Like everyone else here, I used to put playing cards secured with clothes pins on the frame and forks that would flap when the spokes hit them. It didn't sound like a Harley, but it was cool.
When we lived in New York in the late fifties, my brother was in the High School Shooting Club and used to take his 22 rifle to school.
They had a range in the Basement, under the Gym.
I had a cast on my right arm to the elbow in 6th grade....had a spell there where I was a “good” kid and the folks bought me a new stingray bike with 3 speed shifter on the frame forward of the banana seat.....sissy bar........and cards...
now son...DO NOT ride this bike til we remove your cast ok ?
soon as the folks taillites went gone......was racing the neighbors and hit a car coming around the corner on our street
new cast LEFT arm armpit to knuckles, new cast RIGHT arm armpit to knuckles
reckon the folks were mad ?
it got worse.....two broke arms ....who whipes my butt ?
Ma’ma ............ rough times
LOL...I put baseball cards in my spokes. Those cards are probably worth a fortune today.