In 1984 I got a little red bike for my birthday. I loved it so much that after a day of riding it about, I asked my dad to bring it up to my bedroom and lean it against the wall so I could keep an eye on it whilst I was in bed. Bright times indeed.
There were an awful lot of tears when Dad's mate accidentally ran it over on the drive with his van.
In 1984 I got a little red bike for my birthday. I loved it so much that after a day of riding it about, I asked my dad to bring it up to my bedroom and lean it against the wall so I could keep an eye on it whilst I was in bed. Bright times indeed.
There were an awful lot of tears when Dad's mate accidentally ran it over on the drive with his van.