My Dad was an avid cyclist for many years, although since his double hip replacement some years ago he's just an avid tennis player.
When he was younger Dad won many races & went on many long-distance cycle trips with his father. I have a couple of postcards from one of their trips, in which my Grandfather writes that he hadn't seen my Dad all day as Dad rode on ahead, and then my Grandfather's coat got caught up in his wheel & he had a nasty crash & ended up with a head wound & several bad gashes on his arms. Thankfully he managed to get a lift from a van driver who took him some 20 miles to the next town.
Here's my Dad in 1936, at the age of 3, with his second bicycle, well actually a tricycle from the looks of it …
How did he pedal with such little legs?
With his L.H Brookes cycle with the Jnr. Championship Cup in June 1952
He's just come home from his RAF training in Rhodesia in this photo
And at one of his races in Leicester May 1951
Such determination on their faces, not sure if he beat the man in front of him?
Sadly his most prized racing bikes were stolen by some meany in the late 80’s. x