Rattling up and down our drive with my dad holding the back of my bike is my first memory of cycling. I learnt to ride aged around five, on a red Raleigh bike. Removing the stabilisers, or “fairy wheels” as my grandad called them, was a big moment and the...
Le Tour comes to Hebden Bridge in 2014. For some people the lasting impact could be for life…. It was a sunny Saturday morning in June of 1975 when I boarded the Old Town bus with my uncle and set off to watch the Milk Race Tour of Britain pass through Pecket...
Before I begin, let me say of this event that I was young, I was foolish, and I was easily led. Now I am middle-aged, thankfully no longer easily led, and although occasionally and indeed professionally foolish, definitely not so foolish as to repeat the experience. I...
On the day we went on the ride, it was sunny and warm, yet at times it was raining badly. The bike I had was small, pink and also, equipped with NO gears!! I was only six years old, so I probably would have forgotten to use them any way! Before we started off on the...
When I taught my daughter to ride her bike I didn’t know how to ride one myself. She was 3 when I taught her and I was 28. She was 14 and I was 40 when she taught me. On my first lesson I had managed to balance for 2 minutes, rode into some bushes when I tried...
