I wasn't the first kid in our road to have a Chopper - he lived two doors down. I used to make every excuse to visit him for a go on his gleaming Yellow Chopper, or even to just be in its presence and drool was enough. Anyways, my dad saw how much I wanted one so we popped into town and picked one up, paid in monthly installments as money was tight back then. It was treated like a treasured possesion at the start, but then ramps were set up on the path to leap off (no BMX's back then), and the bike was pretty much tested to destruction. A cracked frame had to be re-welded with gussets added, and on it went into battle. Three younger brothers took their turn after that. I expect the remaining wreckage even now would fetch silly money, but alas it finally went to Chopper heaven..........via the tip