My first bike was a yellow Schwinn Stingray with a glittery metallic banana seat. I thought it was quite effeminate, but that what was dad found at the Salvation Army, so that's what I got. It was similar to this one, but mine had a front brake.
Dad yelled at me a lot when he tried to teach me how to ride and I would fall whenever he hollered. An older friend on my street took me out one day and I was riding in about 5 minutes...dad got REALLY mad when he found out somebody else had taught me.
Did I mention that dad was drinking a bit in those days? He got better once he started working again.
We also had a green Raleigh folding bike with 3 speeds that weighed a ton, but was super fun to ride. My sister and I were constantly breaking the shifter, which would also set dad off...he kept this bike in his trunk when he worked in Chicago and would ride it home if his car broke down. The same friend of mine sold me a 10 speed for $10, but the shifters were broken and it would shift itself into a higher gear when you tried to climb a hill...he claimed it was automatic transmission. That thing went out in the alley to be picked up about two weeks later and I did not get my money back.
In high school, I got a Schwinn World Sport and thought I was the king of the road. Bought another one in college after the first one was stolen, that one was stolen in Dallas and I didn't have a bike for several years after that.