Cycling and bikes has always made me think of a great childhood in Northern Ireland and a fun introduction to the world of cycling which continues to this day....many years later
I grew up in the countryside around Portadown on a semi-farm in the 60's and with so little traffic around cycling was an ideal interest for a young boy. My dad came home one day and said "son I've got you a bike!"...what I said as I rushed out and was confronted with a rather dilapidated mens racing bicycle...eh thanks Dad I said....but I loved that bike and painted it a dark crimson added "chequered flag" transfers...oiled...and chromed...and bought it back to health. I spent many a happy day roaming the back roads around our home... and received many a bruised and cut knee
When I was 10 both myself and my sister received for xmas brand new Dawes Kingpins..small wheels and with a trendy set of panniers on the back...I loved that bike and once again roamed the countryside creating imaginary stories and enjoying the summer sun (cause the sun always shone
) I used to visit on a regular basis my local bike shop Ross Raymond cycles (if I remember correctly the original Ross went to school with my mum) the shop is still in existence and that rich smell of rubber always takes me back to my early visits to that shop. So the love of cycling was in my blood from an early age and now at a mere 56 I am still a keen cyclist...the proud owner of a Defy 1 and Kinesis racelight tk2 ( and a genesis ridgeback in need of repair for those really...really bad days)For those of us who have grown up with cycling...for those of us who have discovered cycling, our lives are made so much richer than the computer generated kids of today, and although our roads and highways are much busier it is great to see a trend back towards cycling and an appreciation of a form of transport that is both timeless and inspiring........
I grew up in the countryside around Portadown on a semi-farm in the 60's and with so little traffic around cycling was an ideal interest for a young boy. My dad came home one day and said "son I've got you a bike!"...what I said as I rushed out and was confronted with a rather dilapidated mens racing bicycle...eh thanks Dad I said....but I loved that bike and painted it a dark crimson added "chequered flag" transfers...oiled...and chromed...and bought it back to health. I spent many a happy day roaming the back roads around our home... and received many a bruised and cut knee

