four years old, bright red trike, hospital for stitches cos i went too fast into a wire fence.
Grifter that was my pride and joy
have a really vivid memory of getting my first racer, i'd seen pictures of the tour de france and absolutely knew that if i had a white saddle i'd go faster and look cool.Into me dads shed bit of gloss paint, lovely job until it transferred onto the arse of my fave jeans on it's maiden voyage -there was always a whiff of white spirit on that bike until i outgrew it
four years old, bright red trike, hospital for stitches cos i went too fast into a wire fence.
Grifter that was my pride and joy
have a really vivid memory of getting my first racer, i'd seen pictures of the tour de france and absolutely knew that if i had a white saddle i'd go faster and look cool.Into me dads shed bit of gloss paint, lovely job until it transferred onto the arse of my fave jeans on it's maiden voyage -there was always a whiff of white spirit on that bike until i outgrew it