In the interval between my first tentative pedal strokes on a stabilised Raleigh when I was five years old, and starting secondary school seven years later, I had already understood the tremendous potential of the bicycle as a means to see the world. At the innocent age of 12, we were commissioned by one of our teachers to write a necessarily brief autobiography outlining our life experiences thus far and our ambitions for the future. The final entry in my faded copybook concludes with my idealistic aspirations: “I would like when I’m older to cycle and drive all over the world. I want to see ...


There are approximately 1155 more words in this article.

To read the rest of this article, please buy this issue, or join the Resurgence Trust. As a member you will receive access to the complete archive of magazines from May 1966.

Buy Issue Join Us

If you are already a member, please Sign in