Man of Honour
It must have been about 1970 when I had my Chopper. My Mum & Dad tried to talk me into a racer but I wasn't having any. After about two weeks of always trailing behind my mates on their racers I asked for a swop. For the next two years I was always last getting anywhere and putting about 100 times more energy in. My orange Chopper was so slooooowwww.