Where did it all begin?
From time to time I’ve been asked where my interest in bikes started. It’s hard to say, but it might be a genetic ‘thang’.
My dad, Ken, owned, raced, crashed and generally fiddled with bikes from quite an early age. I’m not exactly sure when it started. He had won a scholarship to Manchester Grammar School, but Ken being Ken, he was magnetically attracted to the dark side. According to him, he was studious, but misunderstood. According to others who knew
