My journey started over 5 years ago. Morbidly obese at 32 stone. My fiancé, Rachel, and her children living in Hull, me living in Sheffield. Walking a mile was testing so thoughts of epic bike rides were pie in the sky. My weight had got so out of hand there was only...
I had just moved to Surrey from South London and was trying to hang on to my socialist credentials in the land of the filthy rich. My cycle to work, a very hilly and demanding nine miles, took my past some fabulously wealthy properties which I sneered at as I battled...
After a pretty adrenaline filled first date, where ‘John’ took me out for a spin around Suffolk on his sporty motorbike on a beautiful sunny day, a second date was suggested- but this time on my kind of bike- the leg-powered kind. I thought this was a...
My best friend Nancy and I rode all around our rural neighbourhood, discovering new places, like a hidden pond , full of leeches, as we discovered after a dip. One of the places we discovered was a steep hill. We could’t even get to the top the first time we...
When I was about 9 or 10 I got my first real bike – a bright orange Eddie Mercx racer. It was too big for me, but I didn’t care. I wobbled up and down the backs on it for a few weeks to get used to it, then took it out on its first major adventure…...
