A friend of mine has an old man who’s always liked a drink.
One Christmas eve the then not so old fella returned home from the pub and decided to sneak his son’s Christmas present into his bedroom. He nearly reached the landing before he and the Raleigh Grifter lost their balance and tumbled back down the stairs in a tangle of very heavy bike frame and human flesh. The dad broke his leg and proved to his boy once and for all that Santa does not exist. The bike was undamaged.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Wed 2 Mar 2011, 9:39, 6 replies)

You had a grifter?
You've just gone up a notch.

You're now at notch one. /snoop
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 9:43, closed)

No, but my mate did, when he was younger, before I knew him,
but that still counts for something. Doesn't it?
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Wed 2 Mar 2011, 12:36, closed)

You're now back at notch zero. You know ... the extra notch you cut in your belt because you're a big internet fatty.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 12:48, closed)

Grifters were invincible...
...by dint of being made from tank-grade steel plate. I also loved the fact they had a 'neutral' gear that meant that you could REALLY smash your nads on the crossbar.

*click*
(SimianKid internet faffer, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 12:05, closed)

I had 1 of them
That bastard weighed more than I do now! I've dropped and picked up motorbikes lighter.
Fucking cool bike tho.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Wed 2 Mar 2011, 12:42, closed)

loved my grifter
despite getting laughed at for having a boy's bike. fucking indestructible, those things
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Wed 2 Mar 2011, 16:27, closed)