I wonder what sparks a passion for two wheels? Bicycles and motorcycles are often passions we have from a very young age and passions which tend to stick with us for a long time. I don’t remember when I first got interested in motorcycles, but I do recall my first two wheel experience.

Obviously when I was a kid I had kids bikes, with and without stabilisers. They were usually encrusted with poor rip-off paint jobs of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or some such. My first real bike though, the first one I chose came later.

I don’t know how old I was, or where I was but I do recall being upstairs in a blue carpeted cycle shop with my parents. At one end of the room were mountain bikes (MTBs) and at the other were road bikes. Early on I spotted a beautiful white road bike with dropped bars, skinny tires, light-weight frame and ten gears if I recall. It was built for speed, and it was cheap. I pleaded for hours with my parents to get it.

They weren’t convinced. Instead they tried to talk me into a black, bad-ass looking mountain bike. 21 useless gears, straight bars, made for giants and heavier than a bloated rhino. “You’ll grow into it.” I remember them saying. “It’s more fun, more versatile…” More tiring more like.

Eventually I caved and got the more expensive MTB. I loved it. I rode it everywhere. I wasn’t quick, didn’t venture too far off-road and I didn’t care. I was free and my medium pace coupled with my never-ending desire to keep going no matter what got me far. Even though I could barely lift it, and certainly couldn’t straddle it properly, a passion was born. A passion which quickly grew.

I rode that bike for years and years. It was the only bike I owned until it was stolen when I was 18. Later, I began riding motorcycles in it’s place. I’ve owned a few bikes since then, but I’ll never forget the white road bike that never was. I regret it to this day.