A bit of a diversion from our usual automotive fare, but I hope you, gentle reader, will indulge my nostalgic bent for a few moments.
A couple of years ago I did a post hoping to start a trend (yet to materialize, sadly, get with it, guys!) on a topic that we here at Car Lust have batted around on occasion, The Ones That Got Away: "Vehicles that we either had and let slip away or ones that we had a chance to buy but neglected to take the plunge on. . . .until it was too late."
That particular post had to do with what was probably my first vehicular Lust, the Schwinn Sting-Ray bicycle. In passing, I mentioned that I had moved on to a Schwinn Continental II tourer, and that I still had it. In fact, I still do have it and thought I might throw it out there for a bit of old-timey bicycling memories.
The 1970s were many things but, as we've discussed here many times, were not the paragon of what many would call an automotive renaissance. Be that as it may, the decade had a few things going for it. For one thing, fitness. Arnold Schwarzenegger's Pumping Iron came out in 1977 and introduced the country and much of the world to the previously obscure sport (let the arguments begin) of bodybuilding. Up to that point, "working out at the gym" usually meant a few dumbbells, barbells, a medicine ball, and maybe a punching bag, usually by people who looked more like Robert Mitchum than Flex Wheeler.
That wasn't the only thing. Jim Fixx's Complete Book of Running also set off something of a craze for jogging, and its concurrent explosion of fancy schmancy running shoes (and, unfortunately, track suits). And to think, we used to run around all over the place in plain old sneakers.