It's official. My grandmother is a fan of
Boneshaker (she especially liked the bear
on the cover of issue 5) and I'm stoked!
Born in 1919, she grew up in North London and bicycles were a big part of her early life. In fact, her parents actually met whilst out on a ride organised by their local bicycle club, which were
fantastically widespread back then. Courting by bike was just how people rolled, albeit on solid rubber tyres and dodging piles of horseshit instead of manhole covers. She speaks fondly of
the streets of London in which she grew up - how they were alive with people, bikes and horses and not dominated by cars as they are today. Imagine that!
The history and legacy of our two-wheeled friends really are quite something, as are the associated memories that pedal along with them;
very much worth remembering and indeed, celebrating. Viva La Bici!
