So, you don't like the old time-y bikes, eh?

I have a confession. My name is Massive-Pop, and I cannot ride a bike. I was sort-of-half-taught by my parents when I was a kid, but I had a (very real and founded) fear of falling off and suffering a terrible injury. Of course, a scraped knee wouldn't have killed me, and probably would have proved to that wide eyed 5 year old that if you fall off, you can just get back on. Fast forward 20-something years, and I'm still gripped by that same stomach churning fear.

Not so my husband @costopher. He's one of those irritating people who has perfect balance. He can lean back, take his hands off the handles and put his feet up on the rail. And not fall off. Here he is on a penny farthing that we found at a carboot sale. I'm assured by my friend @tubequeen, a bike aficionado, that riding a penny farthing is quite difficult.

Look at him, smug git.