Proudest, but also saddest moment was December 13th, 2009.
We'd ridden down to London to take part in the Toy Run from the Ace Cafe, and because of the way we and the bike looked, we were allowed to park right by the hospital doors so that any children brought down from the wards could see the bike, and sit on it if they wished. One litle lad aged about 8 was brought down by his Dad, and the smile that spread across his face when he was put on the bike was brilliant. His dad took some photographs, and then thanked us for making his son smile, adding that he was unlikely to live to see Christmas Day. I had to go round a corner to cry once they had gone back into the hospital. I'll never be prouder of anything than making that dying little boy smile.