My dad was not a rider. My mother had a bike when we were younger so that she could ride with us. As we got older, she moved away from riding. She always though, made sure we kids had decent bikes, and for that I'll always be grateful.

To her mind, "decent" was simple and solid. Thus, my ride during my teen years was a Schwinn Typhoon singlespeed. (Or perhaps it was a Heavy Duti model. My memory is fuzzy on that point). It was an indestructible bike; that much is for sure.