When I was about nine, my dad got me a English bike for Christmas. I was a 24 inch one speed: narrow tires, foot brake and hand brake for the front. I was the only one on the block who did not have a Schwinn. When I got comfortabe riding, I went to the celler and got my older brother's Schwinn Panther out. He was driving and no longer wanted it. It still had everything it came with including locking fork. When I got a paper route at eleven, I got a Schwinn Wasp. That was a heavy bike. I kept these bikes and rode the Panther mostly. One day, when I was in college, my sister paid a guy to clean out the yard and he took all the bikes from the celler too. She said he asked for them and she said yes. I was somewhat upset.