Well my brain cells are in overdrive trying to go so far back into the fog of history. My first cycle must have been to my local school and back just down the road about 50 years ago, way before the time of digital cameras or even polaroid cameras. I can remember my first crash however. It was near the bike racks at school and my lunatic friends and I would play ‘chicken’, a game where you tried to weave all over the place and cut off other cyclists, well I lost and ended up sprawled on the tarmac, tangled up in the bike with grazes and blood. Cool.
Here’s a photo of my son Joshua’s first long ride, about 5km in the Flinders Ranges South Australia when he was about 7 years old.