At the age of eleven, allowing my mother to buy me a Moulton. It weighed a ton, and I could have had a really good lightweight for the 32 guineas it cost. Worst bike ever designed. Quite simply, in 1963, the bicycle was just about perfect and didn't need reinventing. I was at a grammar school at the time, and you can't imagine the derision as I had to run the gauntlet of other boys from the entrance gates to the cycle shelters. It was only the second or third Moulton to appear in the town. I think the reason behind the purchase was that my mother secretly wanted one. Well, she got mine in fairly short order. I swapped for her Phillips. Although it was a "girl's bike," it attracted less unfavourable comment from my schoolmates.