- Jimmy Saville.
I wouldn't quite go so far as Jimmy Saville but I certainly was very fond of my bike - seen above while touring the Cotswolds on a youth hostelling holiday in 1965.
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
My first love
"My first love was a bicycle. I don't expect anyone to understand this, but it was a real pro job as used in the Tour de France. In the middle of the war years, it was my passport to the traffic-free roads of Britain; it literally saved my life and I stared at it for four hours the day I acquired it. I've stared at lots of girls since, but none of them for four hours."
- Jimmy Saville.
I wouldn't quite go so far as Jimmy Saville but I certainly was very fond of my bike - seen above while touring the Cotswolds on a youth hostelling holiday in 1965.
- Jimmy Saville.
I wouldn't quite go so far as Jimmy Saville but I certainly was very fond of my bike - seen above while touring the Cotswolds on a youth hostelling holiday in 1965.
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That is a nice looking bike. There's nothing quite like riding a bicycle. I remember my first bike-- it was nothing like that one, but I loved it dearly.
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