My brother looks like the bike dealer. “You like the Sting-Ray. A man of taste, I see.”
And me going “NEW BIKE! NEW BIKE!” And my sister goofing in the background. 
Yeah. I loved that Schwinn Sting-Ray. I nearly got my self killed in it. I still remember the unraveling of that gold flake vinyl tape around the handlebars. My first and last experience with ape hangers. 
Another detail- my brother’s Cowboys shirt under the Minnesota Twins jacket reflected our family’s recent pilgrimage down I-35.