Ah, 1965. A time when bicycle safety took a backseat to looking absolutely radically dangerous. On the left, we have the Stallion, a bicycle suffering from an intense identity crisis, desperately trying to be a chopper motorcycle. It has "real shock absorbers," which is code for "extra weight to help you gain momentum when you inevitably crash into a hedge." But the real star is the Sportster on the right. Nothing screams "suburban rebellion" quite like a gold-painted frame paired with a leopard-print banana seat. It is the perfect transport for a ten-year-old aspiring lounge singer.











