My friend Clare and I were on our way home after cycling to Rome (as you do!). We stopped off in Amsterdam and were sitting in the top floor of the McDonald’s restaurant there. We noticed prior to this that all bikes, even the most dilapidated seemed to have...
I was given a brand new royal blue and canary bike for my 11th birthday. I loved that bike and at 18 took it to university in Leicester with me. It was very distinctive with its bright colours and Cliff Pratt written on the frame. However as time went on I used it...
During World War Two, York was surrounded by over 30 military airfields. Each base had over 1000 personnel – at RAF Elvington with two French squadrons there were over 2300 French airmen. With petrol rationing the only ways to get around were either to...
InterRim They wheeled into Leeds every year, the Gallic cyclists, jerseys striped rather than yellow. A seasonal appearance, fresh onions slung from black handlebars. One year the migration stopped, a supermarket making them as superfluous as my recently discarded...
Recycle Sunday, early, April ’74: a sky still undecided whether to wear rainbows, and a road already warm and ripe for riding. Underneath and all around him, thin wheels whisper. Touching tarmac through a shallow brilliance of rain, they lap up ...
