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...I was a hippie, from about 1970 when Zumwalt let us grow beards and longer hair in the Navy, until about the end of that decade, when I left the organic farm in Forest Lake to get a real job. The only bikes I ever recall having in that ten year span were all old Raleigh three speeds, not always branded Raleigh. But if you got far enough out in the country, in your pursuit of a return to the land, it was mostly motorized travel.
I'm not trying to pass myself off as some sort of authority on hippieness, but if you are stoned enough, you will stop worrying about which bike is appropriate.
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