I had one of these, in fact I had two. The front wheel would get flat
spots from continuously locking it up in the same position. The second one I had was a hand me down from my Mom's friend's son.
I remember one time, back in Jersey, I was riding my bike and I
suppose I decided to play chicken with this kid Carl who was on a big wheel. Carl was two years older and much bigger that I was. He didn't
like the fact that I aimed right at him on my bike and swerved away
at the last second to avoid him. We got into a fist fight and I
needed to be rushed to the dentist. I lost.
I hear Carl is in prison for counterfeiting money. I won.