I spent ages trying to find a wittier, funnier title based on a euphemism that Frankie Howerd would have been proud of. I couldn’t come up with one.
After my first full season of racing with the best cycling team in Yorkshire, Dirtwheels Cycles, and a year that saw several other firsts;
My first podium
My first child being born
My first National Series race
My first UCI stage race
I realised that my cycling life is made up of a series of firsts.
So as I continue to race through 2013 I will be going through some of my cycling firsts, and what they meant to me.
So, my first first, to get this up and running is my first bike.
Being a child of the Seventies it was all about the triumvirate of Raleigh Moto Cross styled bikes: Grifters, Boxers and Strikas.
Bikes that paved the way for the E.T. lead invasion of the BMX’s.
And my first bike was the little brother to those off-road styled bikes.
It was a Raleigh Chukka.
But unlike the one above mine didn’t have stabilisers.
My Dad refused to put them on, and for that I am eternally grateful.
I learnt that if you fell off your bike it hurt, so you kept that bike upright.
The off-road bug has clearly stayed with me as I now race Mountain Bikes and Cyclocross.
Unfortunately that lesson about not falling off is one that I am still trying to remember.
I have now graduated to a fantastic Felt 29er as my race bike of choice, and still no stabilisers.