CONTRIBUTORS
Oct 02, 2016
1 minute
KATH DOLAN
WRITER
My first bike was indescribably disappointing. What I wanted, like every child of the seventies, was a sleek little dragster. What I got one Christmas morning long, long ago was my sister’s massive, devastatingly daggy old hand-me-down spray
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