Balancing myself on my bike, I gave the ground an almighty push.
‘You’re doing it!’ my dad, Clive, 71, shouted proudly.
At five, I had learnt to ride a bike, with endless hours of teaching from Dad.
Growing up I loved to ride my bike to school and always had fond memories of cycling.
Nobody else was cycling in my town Yet when I got my first car, my bike was made redundant.
That was until I had my children, Omar, 16, Ismael, 11, and Dean, eight.
Me and my wife, Ayesha, 41, made an effort to go on bike rides as a family.
We would all have such a great time.
‘Dad I don’t want to cycle to school anymore,’ Omar said one evening.
‘The other children in my…
