The cycling life for me

Nothing gives as much freedom as cycling. I have thought it every single time I have ridden a bike. The million stolen bikes that my friends and I had, and then the best one that got stolen from us. The potential risk of being mown down in London traffic, and the small wins of slowly waving at the angry van man as I glide by. Bikes are freedom for my boys too. Our family hobby, of sorts. The…