Those banana-seat bikes were bad-ass...natural wheelie bikes!
We all had those banana seat bikes. Since Evel Knievel was the hottest thing going at the time we’d all make homemade ramps and jump over things.
My mother developed a white-hot seething hatred for Knievel as a result. I swear she would have ridden a Greyhound bus all the way to Montana just to kick him in the groin.