Snappy Don's discussion about "I knew I was a cyclist when..." got me thinking about my own origins of my enjoyment of cycling.
I have always had a bike. As a teenager me and my brother would disappear from home for hours while we cycled up to Range Road, to Upper Hermitage, One Tree Hill and around the wheat fields and vineyards at Golden Grove. On holidays we'd cycle all around the slag heaps and mines at Moonta then down to the beach and back. Bikes were always around me. And they still are.
Here's me on my first bike (OK, a trike, but it still counts). Solid tyres, tassles off the bar-ends, pure fixie. A passenger could stand on the rear axel and hang onto the driver. Think I might have been 4, maybe 5 in this photo.
But when and where did it all begin? Fellow AC's, let the reminiscing flow and scan those old faded photos of You and Your First Bike.
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My first bike was a trike I got for christmas when I was about 6. I still have it (at my moms house) it would be 45 years old. The first bike I bought for myself with money from working after school was a Raleigh Super Sports from Super Elliotts. Sorry no pics of the bikes just one of me and my younger brother on dads Triumph.