It was Harry’s birthday a few weeks ago and by way of a present, everyone gave him money.
The little fella did quite well out of it, amassing over a hundred and twenty pounds. Not bad for a nine year-old.
He spent some of it, but in order to stop it all being frittered away on sweets and Minecraft points, I persuaded him that he really needed a new bike. Which he did – his old one now being far too small for him.
And so, we made our way over to Halfords and spent some time perusing what they had on offer: a not inconsiderable selection.
Eventually, after much looking, he picked one out. I had to add a few quid to it, but it was a really nice bike.
It had twin front suspension forks… which didn’t impress him much, to tell the truth.
The Clarks V Brakes also did very little to enthuse him.
And neither was he overly excited by the Shimano derailleur and 6-speed cassette fed from a 3-speed crank, giving him 18 gears in total.
No, he chose it because it had the one attribute that he – as a nine year-old – was looking for in a bike.
It was green.