no piss pot, no lock, no reflectors, no hi-vis, apart from my white socks 😉 no lights, a bike that was made from bits scrounged of other bikes.
Cycled every day to school, used to race the school bus, cars, dogs, other kids on bikes, the postman, on and off the pavement, over fields, parks, through neighbours gardens, past old industrial estates, that had long gone, past rival schools.
At the the end of school, used to clock watch the seconds, waiting for the bell, then run like mad, try to be the first kid on his bike out of the school gates, tie tied round my head like a weird Indian head scarf, stop at the sweet shop, dump my bike in the pile of bikes thrown outside, search my pockets for my 10p (scavenged/saved/stole/borrowed) to buy my penny sweets…
Loved every second
😉