My childhood 3-gear, all chrome, English racer was my transportation, my Indy car, my Saber Jet, and my rocket mission to the moon and to Mars. I rode on city streets and sidewalks, in the forest preserve, to and from school and on my own Sunday drives/rides. It was an early taste of freedom, independence and responsibility. It was my exercise machine, my fantasy maker and my time capsule catapult.
That bike was certainly much more than a bike.