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dormouse1953I was in my bedroom just now when I heard a sound in the street and something made me look out the window.
Stretched out along the grass verge on the main part of St. Johns Road opposite to the entrance of the cul-de-sac in which I live was a line a children on bicycles, all wearing helmets and yellow safety vests. At the front was an adult and at a signal from her they all set off and turned into the crescent at the end of St. Johns Road. Bringing up the rear was another adult.
Presumably some sort of cycling training class. Took me back to the sixties. There was a test you could take called Cycling Proficiency. Never went in for it myself as my only bike was not roadworthy, but our house abutted a school playground and that was where the training took place, with tracks marked out with poles.
Stretched out along the grass verge on the main part of St. Johns Road opposite to the entrance of the cul-de-sac in which I live was a line a children on bicycles, all wearing helmets and yellow safety vests. At the front was an adult and at a signal from her they all set off and turned into the crescent at the end of St. Johns Road. Bringing up the rear was another adult.
Presumably some sort of cycling training class. Took me back to the sixties. There was a test you could take called Cycling Proficiency. Never went in for it myself as my only bike was not roadworthy, but our house abutted a school playground and that was where the training took place, with tracks marked out with poles.
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Date: 2017-10-12 06:16 pm (UTC)