Raleigh Strik-argh here too, except mine was silver. I loved it, still haven’t forgiven Simon Longman for kicking a dent into the frame when we were eight years old.
Unfortunately, mine didn’t have the coaster brake so beloved by everyone else, so no comedy skids here. My rear tyre lasted longer than everyone else’s though.
Two years later my Dad bought me an awful Stratton BMX. The thing was made of pig-iron and was so badly welded that great gobs of flux were dribbled all over the frame. It weighed a ton and felt awful, so my Dad told me that it was a Mongoose underneath that had been repainted.
Cheers Dad.
That said, my love affair with bikes is mostly down to him so I can thank him for my two full sussers and my steel hardtail.