Was a phrase I would have loved to have uttered as a child. Sadly, my parents could not afford one but I did learn to ride a bike on my friends Raleigh Chopper.
Sad then that the designer of probably the most iconic looking bicycle from the 70's has died.
My brother moaned for months to get one
He eventually did for his birthday (red of course)
He rode it twice it then became a coat holder in the kitchen before my parents sold it
The lad next door set fire to our shed with my little red bike in it. His dad made him give me his bike. He was fourteen and it was a racing bike. I was eight. My parents made me accept. I walked a long way with that bloody bike.