@reeksy
I was cycling mad and had a BMX, tracker (road bike with Motocross handlebars) and a ‘droppie’ road bike. My parents made me do cycling proficiency on my droppie rather than my favourite tracker.
Me and my brother were at the early stages of becoming the ‘Dangerous Brothers’ the small village we lived in would soon get to know us for our bmx, skateboarding and motorbike antics.
I spent the entire cycling proficiency lesson doing wheelies, skids and generally not listening as I knew it all already.
This was in the days before school sports days ‘everyone’s a winner / no losers’ and so me and my my BMX buddy ‘Flid’ as in Thalidomide (I now realize this was an awful nickname but nobody said otherwise at the time) were the only two who didn’t get the shiny enameled badges.
Both of us are still riding bikes although I refer to him by his actual name when I bump into him nowadays. I’ve never had a bike related RTA despite years of commuting so the anti magnetic car repelling force field ability of that enameled badge are doubted.