Maybe it’s because I have too much eggnog during the Christmas festivities (you know, the kind Grandpa likes to drink đ ), but each year brings back fond memories of Schwinn bicycles – spinning around like sugar plums in my head (the effects of the eggnog no doubt).Â
Indeed, growing up, not a Christmas went by, that someone in my family didn’t discover a new bicycle waiting for them beside the tree. And, on most occasions, it was none other than a Schwinn.
Here’s a reprise of some of those goofy and glorious bikes that made their way down the chimney.
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