I am lucky enough to have two brothers.
I have Wonder-Brother, of blog-repairing fame, and I also have Big-Brother.
Big-Brother is a Man on a Mission.
I'll let him explain for himself! I'm hosting his guest post today,
which I hope you'll enjoy.
And please pass the link on to any cycling buddies!
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Paris or Bust!
Cycling is something I’ve always enjoyed.
My earliest cycling memory dates from when I was about 9 and learned to ride on
an adult’s bike so big I couldn’t reach the pedals from the saddle. We were
living in Barbados, and our friends with the bike lived on the road surrounding
the Savannah, a huge park containing the racecourse and a cricket ground. Early
on, I took the bike out on that road – heaven knows what I was thinking! – and
vividly remember a car passing so close that I instinctively leaned away and wobbled
into the deep ditch. Relatively unscathed, I was nonetheless mortified and
terrified of being found out. I don’t think I ever told my parents. On another
occasion, in my teens, when we had moved to Trinidad, I was bitten by a dog that
ran out from a nearby garden as I rode past. It was a serious bite on the
ankle, and took weeks to heal, but despite all that, looking back on those
times still gives me a thrill.
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| My first bike - my little brother perched precariously on the saddle |
After that, I nagged constantly for a bike and
eventually my parents agreed. My mother, while on a visit to England, took me
to Hereford to choose one when I was at prep school in St Asaph. I kept that
bike right through secondary school and beyond, and only parted with it when it
became too rusty to ride. In 1974, as I was heading off to Strathclyde
University, I spotted an old road-bike with drop handle-bars in a friend’s barn,
and bought it for a song. It served me well, that trusty steed, until, despite
being locked, it was stolen one Sunday evening in 1977 from outside Charlotte
Chapel in Edinburgh.
I didn’t get another bike until 1998, when
my MG Midget died and I decided to get fit again, to try and keep up with my
growing sons. I bought a mountain bike with the intention of cycling to work by
Christmas, and on Christmas Eve I even managed it. Better late than never!
Alas, it didn’t become a daily habit, but over the next twelve years my time
for the 6 mile journey did improve dramatically. Mercifully, the homeward 6
miles was downhill – my preferred direction!
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| Taking Dad for a spin in the Midget (both of us in dark-glass-disguise) |
Since 2002, Jan and I have been
doing various long-distance Scottish walks, including the Canals, the West
Highland Way, and the Speyside Way, mainly in short stretches, and often taking
the bikes. When Jan, who is a keen hill-walker, began climbing Munros further
afield, I started hitching a ride with her to explore more of Scotland at lower
levels, occasionally painting a water-colour en route. But I found the mountain
bike hard work and only managed to cover any significant distance a few times –
about 30 miles each way from Dalwhinnie to Aviemore was the most in a day!
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| Jan, also in disguise. |
On retirement in 2010, I decided to
get a ‘proper’ bike and when Pegasus arrived I was enthralled. What a beast! My
old cycling fervour was rekindled, but alas, the contrast with the mountain
bike was too great: narrow wheels, higher pressures tyres, and a lighter frame
altered all the dynamics. On a 35km ride from Dalwhinnie to Blair Atholl, I
came a cropper as I jack-knifed out of a pot-hole on the old A9, leaving more
of my left knee, my right hand and my pride on the track than I care to
remember. Fortunately, Pegasus escaped with minor scratches. But just a month
later, I was travelling too close to a car outside the National Museum on
Chambers Street in Edinburgh and was in the gutter again. More scars! Again
Pegasus was largely unscathed, but I put him away for the winter, got
road-tyres on my mountain bike, and set out to get myself back up to speed.
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| Pegasus arrives! |
By the following spring, I felt
confident enough to take Pegasus out again, and started training with my friend
John for the annual 50-mile Pedal for Scotland, Glasgow to Edinburgh cycle
ride. After completing that successfully with approximately 10,000 others, I began
something I hadn’t achieved all those years ago – routinely biking to work at
my new post at Edinburgh Napier University. Who says old dogs can’t learn new
tricks?
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| At Murrayfield - the finish of the Pedal for Scotland, Glasgow to Edinburgh ride |
Then, just before Christmas, Jan spotted an
ad for the Big Issue cycle ride from London to Paris.
‘What about that?’ she said.
‘You’re just hoping to claim on my
insurance,’ I replied.
But the more I thought about it,
the more the idea appealed. I wanted to follow-up Glasgow to Edinburgh with a
bigger challenge before my 60th
birthday. The extra fitness would be helpful too. More importantly, the ride is
for a cause that I truly believe in. So I took the plunge and signed up.
So, in mid July I’ll be
participating with who knows how many other cyclists on the 230 mile, 3 day
trip from London to Paris, each of us having raised a minimum of £1,400 for the
cause. The Big Issue Foundation gives ‘a
hand up, not a hand out’ to many homeless people in Great Britain and
Ireland. If you haven’t heard of The Big Issue, it’s a magazine sold on the
street by homeless people who are entitled to keep the 50% profit they make
from sales. The experience of ‘working’ and the self-esteem it brings is worth as
much to them as the cash which helps to pay for hostel accommodation, food, and
other living costs.
I’ve been in training since
February, and recording my experiences on a blog. So far it’s been incredibly
rewarding and the main event is still to come! Please join me on
Pegasus Pedals! and keep up to date with my progress, and if you feel like donating
towards the minimum £1400 I have committed to raise, I would be most grateful.
Please click here.
Thanks for reading!
Hope to see you again.
