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Exactly

When they first came out me and my friends could only gawk at them through the local Schwinn bike shop window. Even when we went inside it was only for a quick glance , because the owner would kick us out, knowing none of us would ever have the money to buy one.
Most of the kids in my neighborhood had old hand me down bikes. Either bought used by our parents, or were handed down from older siblings or cousins.
After a few years my little brother got a knock off one for his birthday. I think his was called a "Renegade" . The closest I got was putting high rise bars and a banana seat on my 24" old hand me down.