Just can't leave well enough alone.
The many (re)builds of one ex-Boeing factory Schwinn. When I was six, I recieved an uncle's Stingray for my birthday. Over the next seven years I rode that bike to it's eventual destruction. Twenty-some years later I was given a clapped-out ex-Boeing factory bike. I thought it'd be fun to build my self an adult-sized Stingray. But sometimes, I just can't leave well enough alone.