My dare devil brother was 10 years old, I was 11. He urged me to get on the back of his bike so that he could ferry me down Bradford Road and swore that I would be OK because he was so good at cycling now. Foolishly, I believed him and got on the back and held on to...
I was travelling in the car listening to Karen Brady on Desert Island Discs talking about being a clever business woman and I thought… could I make a commercial business work ? I run a very successful charity – could I turn that skill to profit… I...
As a teenager I was impressed by the size and shape of beautiful black ‘Grocers’ Bikes’. Not the bikes used by postmen with their minimal bag-carrying superstructure, nor ‘Butchers’ Bikes’ with equal sized wheels and substantial but...
Picture in half-light, a child is pushed through the narrow opening of a tiny ground-floor toilet window – he unbolts the back door for the burglar, his father, who then sidles through the house looking for cash and saleable goods. The pair gained notoriety on South...
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...
