I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
The Schwinn Bicycle Company was founded by German-born mechanical engineer Ignaz Schwinn (1860–1945) in Chicago in 1895.
There’s a story behind this line that he describes in page 30 of his autobiography of One Day It’ll All Make Sense:
When I was eight years old, my mother bought me a bicycle. It was the first one I had ever owned. It was a blue Schwinn with racing tires, and I was sure that it was the best bike on the planet. It meant so much to me that for the first two weeks, I hardly even rode it and if I did, I’d spend a half an hour polishing it back up to a shine. The beginning of its third week, I took it on the longest ride yet — about eight blocks, down to the 7-Eleven. I drove it all the way onto the sidewalk right in front of the store window so that it would never be out of my sight. I bought myself a Slurpee and went back to my beloved bike. That’s when they surrounded me: two older kids from the neighborhood — one fat and one skinny — that I didn’t know by name but knew by sight.
(The two kids intimidated him by demanding him to give up the bike… and so he did. It’s a memory with which he’s lived all of his life, and something he considers a “fear of [his] own fundamental weakness” and “a hidden flaw buried deep in [his] own character”.)
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