Te Ara I Whiti was the Supreme Winner at this year's Bike to the Future awards, honouring New Zealand's best cycling projects. Photo / Getty Images
This issue is brought to you by the letters B, I, K and E.
While Travel Editor Winston Aldworth was cycling his way through Tanzania (it's a tough job, etc, etc), I've been left holding the reins. Or the handlebars, to run with a theme.
Your tales of two-wheeled adventure
across the globe in response to our Lonely Planet Epic Bike Rides of the World competition are truly inspiring ... and also made me reminisce about bikes I have known and loved.
My first was a maroon-coloured Raleigh Eagle, complete with training wheels that I was reluctant to lose. I used to proudly hoon around my local village, relishing the freedom and adventure my carefree childhood allowed.
Living in Cambridge, England, in my early 20s, I got myself a pink number with a basket and rode everywhere - to work, to the pub, and back home again (possibly slightly wobblier after a couple of shandies, of course).
