Raleigh Chopper
Think once, think twice, think bike!
Okay, we know these entries are supposed to be about toys you wanted but never got, and we’re prepared to concede that pretty much everyone owned a bike as a child. Indeed, given our obsession with catalogues, we’d put money down that plenty of ‘em were bought at a rate of a pound a week for fifty weeks from the subs lady who came round on Wednesdays. But the 1970s opened our eyes to the potential of something new - the designer bike - and, in particular, the Raleigh Chopper1.
Possibly the last bike ever to adopt the penny-farthing-inspired different-sized wheel gauge, the Chopper was (as designer Tom Karen has gone on record saying) intended to reflect the power and style of a dragster. It sounds impressive, but doesn’t quite explain where that goolies-knackering crossbar-mounted gear shift was supposed to fit in. Nevertheless, about two million of the frigging things were sold (and there are two million adults with the healed-over grazes to prove it).
Which Chopper you owned would reflect your personality - if not at first, soon enough by means of customisation with reflectors, spokey-dokeys, mirrors and lights (chunky boxes of battery-powered plastic or sleek wheel-rim-driven dynamos), bottle-carriers and panniers - and be invested with great dedication and pride (except maybe when it came to cleaning it). Mainly, though, a Chopper (like any bike) would unlock a world of adventure beyond the end of your own street; going to your mates’ houses, picking up comics from the corner shop, stickleback fishing, popping wheelies, giving backies, racing - it was all for the taking2.
The advent of the custom-designed all-terrain motocross bike in the early ’80s put paid to the simple pleasures of owning bulky, rusty, aggressively-designed death-traps and turned the bike trade into a genuine, even respected, sporting industry. Children’s telly filled to the brim with professional BMX bandits, clad in padded white sponsor-patched gear, sci-fi dirt masks and helmets, catching air and pulling rad moves in concrete tubes. E.T. and Elliot scraped the face of the moon on the silver screen with Magburners. Kids across the nation started bunny-hopping on knock-offs of the Diamondback Viper and Mongoose.
In 1985, Raleigh introduced the Vektar (the bike of choice for Star Wars’ stormtroopers) before the entire company was acquired by Derby International. Swallowed up, the previously distinctive Raleigh brand ended the era it helped to define making run of the mill mountain bikes, city bikes and something now referred to as a hybrid, whatever that is.



Reader Comments (15)
The Chopper/Tomahawk, as mentioned, had the propensity to launch the unfortunate rider over the handlebars if the front brakes were applied whilst decending a steep hill at speed. Getting up the hill in the first place created it own set of over-heating child problems.
The Grifter whilst moving towards the 'Mountain Bike' / All terrain vehicle proved unusable due to its great weight. It weighed a tonne !
I was therefore lumbered with the 'un-cool' Polish made drop-handled and un-pronounciable 'Pugh'
I learnt to ride on a second hand Budgie, the wheels were the same size it I remember, even though the Chopper handlbars & seat with chrome rear strut were the same. It was passed on to my cousins, one of whom rode it into a stream on a caravan site.
During the BMX craze of the early 80's, there was much hoo-ha with the Raleigh Burner and its wacky range of colour schemes, maglite(?) wheels, 'snazzy' tyres, etc.
Mine got run over by a wanker who exclaimed he didn't see it - Oh right, you missed the Grifter, similar in size to the f'cking QE2 and with shiny attachments? B'stard.
The bike was a BMX clone, all yellow and had a saddle so hard that it sent my bum and bits numb. Its name escapes me, though I do know it was half unpronounceable.
However, it was a good, smooth ride and was repairable with standard (ie - the cheapest and most readily available) parts.
For a while I never appreciated this as I saw the other kids on their fashionable and well-known bikes, Chopper and Grifter amongst them, and wanted to be as cool as them for riding them. But one day we did swap bikes for a quick buzz round teh road and I found that whilst the Choppers and Grifters felt like a substantial downgrade, the riders of my bike didn't want to give it up as they discovered that they could shoot round the place at high speed without getting tired in ten seconds.
From that day I've learned not to dash unthinking towards a brand name and to check out things purely by merit.