My view...
“Somewhere in a corner of our garage at home are two Dahon folding bicycles; quality machines that are just gathering dust and an interesting collection of spider’s webs. We were never ‘proper’ cyclists in Lycra, but we did enjoy a ride when we could fi nd a quiet, reasonably level road. Th is was normally abroad, not here in North Yorkshire with its hills and frantic traffic.
Th ere was a drawback, though: my good lady,
