Sprinting For Signs

Enjoy, what more can I say.

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I sit here writing this morning having opened my presents with my family. The uncensored joy of watching three excited boys open their presents takes me back to my youth. The strongest Christmas memory I have of receiving a present I loved would be the year both me and my brother got our gold Falcon BMX bikes. Although not as flash as some other models out there (something only time can teach you, but you care little of at the time), we loved them. So the two wheeled passion had begun.

It still provokes many a discussion when talking of all time classic Paris Roubaixs'. You'll hear a few different stories on how the finish was decided. This story below is one I was told years ago and you can find it various forms in books and on the internet.

I must confess to having a bit of a soft spot for Ridley Bikes. I had a Supercross (full EM2) a few years ago and loved having it. As economics sometimes dictate I had to sell it, and it is one of the few bikes I still pine for.