Thanks to First Nations and her recent post for causing this psycological trauma from my formative years to rear its ugly head.
When I was about 6 all I wanted was a proper bike , like the flash shiny one my granparents bought my eldest brother. Xmas came and this horror was waiting for me under the tree.
The Wikpedia entry for Moulton bikes reads thus :-
Moulton is an English bicycle manufacturer starting production in the 1960s. The company was founded in 1962 by Dr Alex Moulton who designed the suspension system for the famous Mini motorcar.
Moulton bicycle's are noted for their unconventional frame design, small wheels, and front and rear suspension.
What they failed to mention , is that it weighed a ton , the suspension creaked and groaned alarmingly and it had stoopid little wheels. In short it was social death( on wheels) for any hapless schoolchild who happened to own one.
It was my first taste of the compromises and cruel disappointments one has to endure as an adult. My parents did not have much money , with three kids of their own and a variety of weekend foster children , they were so chuffed that they had managed to get me a second hand bike , and I had to pretend I loved it. I have felt guilty all these years that I hated the damn thing , and still feel the acute embarrassment of having to ride the buggering clown bike to school everyday.
Ma and Pa Beasty
WHAT WERE YOU THINKING ! :-(
but on the other hand Thanks for buying your little Beasty a bike :-)