'Come along "brighteyes" (as he had
christened me), I'll teach you how to ride a bike', said David and he
did. I wanted to learn so that I could play those Tom Mix games in the
garden."
"The go-cart was my pride and joy, but to my aesthetic eye it
could not pass muster as a horse, whereas a bicycle could at least be
mounted. David had worked on the principal: 'What the eye doesn't see….'
To start with, he held the back of the saddle to keep me on an even
keel, as I wobbled about grinding away at the peddles."
"Persevering with
this unsteady balancing act some weeks later, prattling away to him, I
received no response to something I'd asked and, turning my head, saw
him a quarter of a mile or so up the road, waving encouragingly. I
promptly fell off!"
Peter Cushing with the bicycle he owned as an adult. He happily rode it around his home town of Whitstable, until swerving to avoid a wandering dog in the street one day, he fell off it and damaged his hip. Sadly, he released his bike riding days were over. He eventually gave the bicycle to a charity who auctioned it!
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