THE BICYCLE

Your first bike; remember that? Did you get the hang of it right away, or were there lots of skinned knees?

My first cycle was an old rattletrap which cost £1, hand-painted in a hideous shade of green. The brakes were useless, swiftly rectified before I became a boy soprano. I only used it locally.

For my fifteenth birthday, my parents bought me a racer. What joy, freedom at last! I could get away from our isolated country house.

What must it have been like for the Victorians, who also suddenly gained the means to ride out into the countryside and escape the choking smogs?

Now we have the electric bike, so handy for those hills, especially as the knees age.

There is much romance surrounding two wheels – lovers’ trysts, days out, holidays spent pedalling the roads.

Time to fire up your memories and your imagination.

3 Comments

  1. Your pensive has sparked a memory of cycling many years ago that I shall try to work into a short piece of writing to share in the next text-share session. Thank you Nigel.

  2. Ah, the memories flood back! Thank you for this Nigel. 😊
    Like Gill I’ll see if I can come up with something for the next text-share session.

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