I popped into Young's Cycles in Coney Hall today, on a mission to find kiddie pedals with straps. I was expecting to find an array of esoteric racing machines, but what I found instead was a large amount of brand new Raleigh Choppers, many of them Sprints.
Except they weren't brand new, as the single piece seats testified; these were vintage Choppers, lovingly restored to their former glory, impeccably detailed and finished, looking just like the day they came off the line in Nottingham.
Suddenly it was 1974 again. Or it would have been, had it not been for the Raleigh Grifters all over the place, too.