No need to cry over spilled........rice!

The last couple of weeks I have been having a lot of fun cycling about the streets where I grew up and rode my bike as a child. It has been stirring up a lot of memories mostly of racing about the streets. A favourite race of ours was round the block, we would start in the same place but go in different directions. This was done on bikes, scooters, pedal cars, on foot....whatever form of transport we could find. Happy days!

I was running late for work the other morning so took a short cut which passed right through the first street where I lived. I passed by the stairs in the picture and had a flashback to my first unsuccessful attempt at transporting anything by bike. The bike in question was a beautiful Raleigh Chopper. It was jet black and had stickers alongside the wheel of an exhaust with flames coming out. The saddle was sprung with a U shaped bar holding it on to the frame and had a tiny back rack. I absolutely adored that bike!

So back to the disaster. My parents sent me up to the local Chinese takeaway to buy fried rice. It was quite a treat in those days, my mum would make a curry for the family and we would supplement this with rice from the take-away. That particular day I decided to go and pick it up by bike. I looped the handles of the bag over the U-Bar leaving the cartons resting on the back rack. On my way back I decided to ride down the stairs instead of the path to the side of it. Let's just say that we had curry without rice that night..........