When I was thirteen I got a Huffy Strider for Christmas. Actually, I traded my sister for it - she got my Mom's hand-me-down Raleigh which she promptly turned in to an Art Bike. But that Strider was awesome. I called it Chrome Cruncher, because I rear-ended some tourist's car in front of Touro Synagogue in Newport at that light, and the tourist's car's bumper was actually dented (the bike was unharmed.)

Looked kinda like this one...