I remember riding my bike. It feels like another lifetime ago, when the summer would roll round, and the sun would be out and it would actually be warm against your skin. You’d sit in your car and end up sweating within a few minutes and you end up having to roll all the windows down to get some air. The worst part would be when the car get stuck in traffic and the only air you get is the black smog coming from the car in front of you and the hot heat of the engine blasting into your face as you open the window. Also there’d be absolutely no wind so you still end up sitting there in the sweltering heat, sweating, tired, thirsty and annoyed because you were hot, tired and thirsty!

If you ask me to ride a bike now, I’d probably fall off it first time round. When I was a kid I used to believe that I would never forget how to ride a bike and now that it has happened I’m annoyed because I promised myself, as a kid, that I would never turn into one of those “Old People” who didn’t know how to ride a bike, or who didn’t play sports.

The best part of riding a bike, is that feeling of freedom you get when after you pedal up a massive hill and reach the top, you let yourself just sit back and enjoy the free-fall back down the other side. The feeling is incredible, it’s thrilling and you almost feel as though you would never stop falling and you just enjoy a mixture of feeling as if you are falling so fast you may never stop and feeling a slight panicky fear that “Oh my god I’m never going to stop and I’ll crash into something right at the end of the hill!!”