Earlier today I was cycling to a meeting in the west of Newcastle. I was early so was cycling slowly when a kid cycled up along side me. I am no good at guessing age, but suspect he was no more than ten years old. “Nice bike” he said. “Thank you, not as good as yours.” I replied. It was not the most flashy bicycle I had seen, but it had a fancy suspension and was far better than mine. His response was surprisingly profound. “It does not matter how good your bike is, its a bike”. He then cycled off leaving me with a warm feeling of hope for the world.

Earlier today I was cycling to a meeting in the west of Newcastle. I was early so was cycling slowly when a kid cycled up along side me. I am no good at guessing age, but suspect he was no more than ten years old. “Nice bike” he said. “Thank you, not as good as yours.” I replied. It was not the most flashy bicycle I had seen, but it had a fancy suspension and was far better than mine. His response was surprisingly profound. “It does not matter how good your bike is, its a bike”. He then cycled off leaving me with a warm feeling of hope for the world.