As a child, I really enjoyed cycling. My memories of my first cycling lessons were on a very small rented bicycle. But my dad had a bigger utility cycle which was our main means of transportation to anywhere. At the time, a motorbike was too much of a luxury to ask for.
As a family, we would all ride on that cycle to every possible Church meeting. Being the child, I would sit on the top tube of the bicycle frame and hang on to the handlebar as my dad rode miles down the streets with my mom seated on the rear luggage carrier. I watched my dad manoeuvre around every pothole possible to make our ride comfortable. (At which, he was not very successful given that they were not very good tarred roads) The joy in serving the Lord kept us motivated.
One fine day, I got a little over-ambitious Continue Reading








