Remember riding my Raleigh chopper bike with a tartan jacket with sheepskin lining , those were the days , my brother had a racing bike , I borrowed it to nip down the shop , and couldn't negate the corner from Grindon crescent, into Martin Avenue bulwell , I managed to buckle the front wheel and was sent flying over someone's garden fence , landing in a thorny rose bush , my brother was still paying for the racer on me sisters Littlewoods catologue!!!