A Pink De Rosa
Cycling, part of series about community There have been many bicycles in my life, and they all have stories. “But it’s a girls’ bike!” My younger brother said, when our dad brought home our first bike. We were about six and eight years old. He had bought it from a friend at work for two shillings and sixpence and carried it the four miles home over his shoulder. We learned to ride it in loops around the back yard, and very occasionally on the street under strict supervision. That bike, with many things, was sold when we moved to a … Continue reading A Pink De Rosa