Smooth Cycling

A World Rider in Wellingon NZ

When I was a young squirrel about 11 I had my brother's World Rider and was cycling home deliriously from football practice like a demon when I was broadsided by a car. I went up onto the bonnet and the bike was smacked forwards. An ambulance came as I lay in shock. I'll always remember how my coach, a wiry English bloke with two of the most beautiful black dogs, came striding over to the small crowd around me and declared "It's OK I'm a doctor" before whisking me off home.

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  1. just bought an old Elite does anyone know about these bikes history