One of my earliest memories is of sitting in the back seat of my mum's bicycle while she pedalled us around (she was car-free for a while). My dad also used to cycle to work a lot, except when hayfever forced him to use the family car. My dad's bike was stolen from our garage once- there were muddy footprints on the car roof where the thieves had climbed over it to get to the bike. The bike he bought as a replacement is now in my posession, since he can't ride any more due to a bad car accident.