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 ...
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