I had standard Schwinns or Huskys, and then I got a used Sting Ray. Not tricked out anything like this, but the higher handlebars, lower ride, and banana seat. I loved that bike.
Coming home from school in time to catch the "Hercules" cartoons.
For that matter, coming home from school could be an adventure. I often took this sloped alleyway home that had a vegetated and crumbling-buildings area between it and the railroad. I'd sometimes see leftover fire rings from transients but never ran across one (meaning, a transient) myself. I saved a kid from a transfusion there once.
Sometimes if the slow-moving train was going the same direction I was, either to or from school, I'd run alongside it, grab the ladder, climb over the coupling to the ladder on the other side, and get a ride that way for a few blocks.
Not something I taught my kids.
Trying to catch, late on a weekend night, some horror-movie thing featuring a narrator who tried to be all menacing with a flashlight shining upwards in his face.