Chopper

Let me take you back to a time when bikes were stolid functional machines designed to get one from a to b, handed down from father to son, brother to brother, then Zap Pow Kabaam, up pops the chopper and dad's old racer seemed a tad dull.
Never had one myself, my dad said it was a gimmick and too bloody expensive, so I stuck with my Dawes Debonair, until ran into the back of a car outside Spar.
Debonair