Hmm... let's see if I can remember how it went...
Age somewhere the wrong side of 66. Height 178cm. Weight between 78 & 80kg, depending on whether I had beer and crisps the night before or not.
Can't remember getting my first pushbike. I always seemed to have one and went everywhere on it til I was 15. Then bought a 90cc Vespa (things were a bit different in the depths of the country in the middle of last century). Passed my motorbike test 2 weeks after my 16th birthday and bought a 350cc Trumpet (Triumph, to those non-greasers in here). Don't remember doing much on a pushbike until I finished my studies. Married straight out of university and turned into a bit of a greeny - which was a bit odd considering I worked in the oil industry.
Didn't own a car for years, did everything by road bike and tandem. Big into cycle touring in those days.
End of the seventies, moved to South Africa. Took the bikes and the tandem with us but found it uncomfortable having to ride with a cannon strapped to my leg just to stay alive. Returned to Britain in the latter end of the eighties and swopped the tandem for the lad's first pony. Got seriously into horses and jousting. Moved to Holland after a couple of years and used the pushbike to do the 15km each way to the horse every day. Did a bit of cycle touring when I wasn't otherwise playing with the four-legged money eater. Somewhere towards the end of the 1990's, flogged all the horses 'cos son went to uni, wife was into her career, and I was always somewhere where there was sand and bullets. Bought motorbikes because the stabling and feed were cheaper.
Early two thousands, moved to Germany. Flogged the motorbikes and bought touring pushbikes and a gorgeous Santana tandem. Spent the next 15 years cycle touring throughout Germany, Italy, Austria, Switzerland...
Took a contract in Britain in late 2014. On my first couple of outings on my road bike, found that I was in serious danger of getting killed. Or, at the very least, locked up for punching a motorist's lights out. Bought a turbo trainer and trained indoors for my yearly cycle tour in the Alps.
Moved to Spain in 2016. Discovered that road riding here can be a bit boring. Thought I might give MTB a try because there seemed to be a track behind the house. Discovered a vast network of tracks. Found a huge network of friends and have had the time of my life. Had always thought MTB was for big kids before. I still think that, but now realise that I'm a big kid!
Got "encouraged" by the mates I ride with that maybe, just maybe, I should consider getting an EMTB when they clocked my heartrate at 181bpm. That, and they were waiting at the top of every hill - and we only have hills here! Bought the EMTB last September - delivered this January. Just ready for the lockdown
Now I'm back on the bloody turbo trainer...
