tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137857716187567509.post6905193835871200708..comments2024-01-18T02:47:12.669-08:00Comments on Tregear Vean: My Queen Juliana bike. Revjeanrolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744131101249601856noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137857716187567509.post-86737624803871004002017-08-09T22:49:57.344-07:002017-08-09T22:49:57.344-07:00When I lived in Belgium I rode a bike (everyone di...When I lived in Belgium I rode a bike (everyone did) to and from work about three miles away. In the village that I lived in, most of the streets were cobbled ouch, but the main roads were fine. This bike braked by back peddling, which was a novelty, and caused some unexpected problems, as I sometimes back peddled to slow down, and stopped suddenly. I suppose I should have got a modern bike, but this was a situp and beg bike, like yours, but third or fourth hand - practical, but elderly. Eventually, I could afford a car, so the bike was handed onto someone else, as it was to me. No cash changed hands on either occasion.UKViewerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18114944341930758335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137857716187567509.post-14772805910437816412017-08-09T07:01:47.352-07:002017-08-09T07:01:47.352-07:00I also have many happy memories of the bicycle I r...I also have many happy memories of the bicycle I rode every day to school in my teenage years and which took me on many adventures with friends. I've had 2 other bikes since, but none I held in such affection as my old 'Hercules' bike. I no longer ride a bike as the rural roads in our area have become too dangerous for me to risk it any more.Nancy Wallacehttps://nancysblog-seeker.blogspot.co.uk/noreply@blogger.com