My first bike was a three speed "English racer", as it was called in the '50s in central Texas, that my Dad had ordered and had shipped over by our British relatives. I loved that bike, a Raleigh as I remember, and was the only one like it the small town I grew up in. Fast forward five years, and we moved to the Texas coast. Most of our belongings were stored while we looked for a house. You can guess what happened then. The warehouse was broken into, and the bike was stolen, along with my Lionel Electric Train set. Wish I had that bike today...