That tandem and sidecar takes me back.
It was in the 1940s, a school friend told me that his parents had 'Bought a tandem, and it had a sidecar, and he could go in it.'
I didn't even know what a tandem was.
He took me to his house, and there in the garage was something like that photograph.
I was green with envy. Even worse was to come.
He loftily told me that when his father came home from work, they were going down the beach for a picnic. We lived in Cardiff then, on the East side, and Penarth, the nearest beach was probably 10 miles away.
As far as I was concerned, Penarth may as well have been on the moon, there was no way my parents were going to negotiate trams and buses to get there for an evening picnic.
Gradually, things got even worse because they went there every evening for the whole summer.
I stopped talking to my friend as I found the envy too hard to bare. If only my family had been into bikes!