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Just wondered if anyone else had cycling related tragedies to share. My first - and worst - was around Christmas when I was 12. I had been throwing out massive hints that a bike would be top of the wish list, and my Mum had spent lots of time buttering my Dad up, and all was looking good.
I couldn't contain my excitement and ensured all my mates knew I would soon be joining them bombing about on their Choppers, 10 speed Raleighs and saddos still trying to fit on Tomahawks. I grew up on a pretty rough estate in Liverpool, the wrong trainers would earn you a good slap and relegation to being "prey" in the pebble-dash jungle.
Anyway, Christmas morning came and I feigned excitement opening pyjamas and The Guinness Book Of Records etc. Then the big moment...was told to see what was in the garden...THE BIKE...YES!!!
Chopper? Racer?
My Dad had been the local 2nd hand shop and thought his strapping 12 year old lad would look good on a gold Moulton Mini fold up shopper, with integral shopping basket and white tyres

On the plus side, taught me to ride VERY fast and a VERY long way away.
I couldn't contain my excitement and ensured all my mates knew I would soon be joining them bombing about on their Choppers, 10 speed Raleighs and saddos still trying to fit on Tomahawks. I grew up on a pretty rough estate in Liverpool, the wrong trainers would earn you a good slap and relegation to being "prey" in the pebble-dash jungle.
Anyway, Christmas morning came and I feigned excitement opening pyjamas and The Guinness Book Of Records etc. Then the big moment...was told to see what was in the garden...THE BIKE...YES!!!
Chopper? Racer?
My Dad had been the local 2nd hand shop and thought his strapping 12 year old lad would look good on a gold Moulton Mini fold up shopper, with integral shopping basket and white tyres


On the plus side, taught me to ride VERY fast and a VERY long way away.