My dad refused to get me a Raleigh Chopper when I was a kid. He was a wise man, saw the center of gravity behind the rear axle, recognized imminent danger.
Fast forward 30 years, I find a mint origional Raleigh Chopper next to a dumpster. I clean it up, polish it, weld a broken seat bracket, good as new! The day I gave it to my nephew (who recognized how cool it was immediatly)I said..."Kyle,watch this",the front tire came up and I went down like a ton of bricks breaking my tail bone. My dad was always right!
