I was at school in the fifties, on the other side of town. I always walked or rode my bike. Nothing unusual in that as all my friends did the same.
The only mishap I had happened on the day I was due to sit my English O level exam. I was stung by a wasp (or bee), slammed on my brakes and flew over the handlebars and banged my head on the road... I was taken to Casualty, then home, and was allowed to sit the exam some days later.
Apart from that, and the day I carried home a rice pudding, which I made in Domestic Science, in my saddle bag with disastrous results, it was uneventful and I took it for granted. No lifts in those days.
Fruit flies - help needed please.
Army horses loose on London streets
Have any of you got all electric cars? Pros and cons please.