I was working away from home for a couple of days, maybe three. I cycled to New Street Station, locked my bike to the racks outside and hoped on a train. On my return I was taken aback to find not just that my bike had been stolen (always a risk) but that the whole...
17 Years ago a friend and I had gone on a cycling / camping trip to the Yorkshire Dales. Camping near Brimham Rocks on Saturday night we were curious to hear a distant thumping sound of rave music in this rural location at 2am. As we had out mountain bikes with...
I had my first bike a long, long time ago, as you can see. I could have been better attired for a cyclist, but I was happy. My next bike must have been a few years later. I went straight to a grown up bike, no training wheels. I started ‘cycling’ in the house....
Around 2,000 bikes outside everyday. You have to remember exactly where you left yours. One day I got off the train and finally found my bike. It was locked, of course, but the person whose bike was sharing my rack had managed to chain mine to his (hers). I...
My journey started over 5 years ago. Morbidly obese at 32 stone. My fiancé, Rachel, and her children living in Hull, me living in Sheffield. Walking a mile was testing so thoughts of epic bike rides were pie in the sky. My weight had got so out of hand there was only...
