Malcolm started with a nice strong new tricycle at the age of about three. He would ride it along the road outside the house which was free of traffic. He had also a long length of chain that he would attach to the back of the trike and drag it along the road. As his brother got older, he also would share the tricycle. At about the age of six, Malcolm learned to ride a bicycle, having been taught by his father, and was given a new small bike.

He progressed to a new green Raleigh Roadster bike which was given to him as a present. It was big, heavy and strong, and Malcolm rode around on it a great deal. As his brother grew up, he also had a new bicycle, but a lighter model. Together, they would go out for rides around the area.

Malcolm's brother Stewart became interested in racing bikes and started competing at track racing at Reading for which he had a fixed wheel bike. Malcolm followed and bought a ready-made racing bike painted blue. He would go the Ted Pritchard's cycle shop in Chobham on most Saturday mornings to chat and browse the equipment. That led him to order a handmade bike constructed to his own specification, many of the components being selected from the Holdsworth catalogue. The frame was finished in metallic bronze and Malcolm was very proud of it.

When Malcolm left school, he thought to continue his athletics in the hope that he would benefit from some proper training. He went to join the club in Camberley but found that the other members seemed only interested in themselves so he left without ever getting onto the track. Consequently, he concentrated more on cycling from which he derived great pleasure. Having started work in London, he would regularly ride his bike there and back, a combined distance of about 65 miles, thus saving 7/6d per day by not travelling on the coach, and the journey time was not much greater. The journey could be hazardous and the safest way to ride was to maintain a good pace and hold a position in the traffic so as not to get squezed out. Although there was a cycle path on the Great West Road, turning drivers ignored it also cars were often parked on it so it safer to stay on the road. Cycling past Heathrow Airport was often difficult as there often seemed to be a headwind, one of the most demoralising things for a tired cyclist. Malcolm was knocked off his bike on three occasions on that journey, all without injury.

The first was caused by a van pulling out of a side street in Chiswick. Malcolm was catapaulted into the road in front of a trolleybus and, luckily, it was witnessed by a lady who stopped the driver from leaving, then ushered us into the adjacent police station. The driver considered that the lady witness was interfering and should have minded her own business. The police prosecuted the driver without Malcolm having to take any action so he went out, straightened the handlebars on his bike and continued to work in Hammersmith.

The second occasion was in Ashford near Staines when Malcolm was on the way home. A car came alongside him then decided to park, forcing Malcolm up against the kerb and sending him off the bike. Luckily he did not fall but finished up hopping backwards on the pavement. The driver did not even get out to help, he just called out that Malcolm had done a stupid thing. Malcolm was perplexed.

The third time was close to home when he was about to turn right into Chobham Road. He had the right of way and a car was waiting to come out and cross his path. Malcolm saw the driver look at him so continued with confidence, but the car pulled out straight across his path. Because Malcolm was alert to the car, he was able to slow before colliding with it, but the driver continued for some yards before screeching to a stop. He came running back and said that he was normally a good driver, but still didn't apologise.

Malcolm was cycling along Queens Avenue towards Aldershot one day, getting along at a good speed when he was caught up by another cyclist who remarked on Malcolm's pace. He asked Malcolm belonged to a cycling club then suggested he go along to Camberley Wheelers on a club evening. Malcolm went with his brother to the meeting in Sandhurst and joined up, finding their attitude quite the opposite to the athletics club in that they were interested in new members and did everything to welcome and encourage them. They continued to go every Thursday during the winter for circuit training then started participating in time trials in the spring.

Camberley Wheelers Cycling Club was renowned and had a history that went back to the 1920s or 30s and, in the 1960's, had the record breaking Frank Colden as a mamber. They also had two or three other members in the top 20 amateur cyclists in the country.

One summers day, Malcolm and his brother did a handicap 25 mile time trial on the Blackwater to Reading course at which Malcolm did his best time of 1 hour 8 minutes, and the handicap allowance put him well up in the race order. After that, the two boys cycled down to the seaside at Selsey where their sister had drived Malcolm's girlfriend Brenda in advance. They all had a swim and a sunbathe before setting off the 50 plus miles home to Camberley again. By the time they had reached Farnham, Stewart was forging ahead whilst Malcolm was having to get off an push on the hills. Needless to say, he did not cycle to work the next day.

He would cycle summer and winter, sometimes starting with a mug of hot tea, leaving the empty mug in a hedge to be collected on the way home. On very cold mornings he would have layers of warm clothing which had to be stripped off during the journey. On some of the days that Malcolm cycled to London, he would come back via via Brenda's place of work then ride home with her. Apparently, the girls in the hairdressers would look out of the window to see Malcolm in his shorts. Brenda was very slow on her bike so that Malcolm had trouble keeping upright without wobbling. He would also cycle to Brenda's house at evenings and weekends including one day when the snow was too bad to drive the car which impressed her father.

In 1961, Malcolm's family took a holiday in Holford, Somerset, and he and Stewart decided to cycle down to meet their sister and parents. The distance was about 140 miles so they broke the journey at Salisbury where they stayed in the YMCA. Whilst in Holford, they went out for several excursions on their bicycles. For the journey homem they decided to head straight down to the south coast then follow it back, so their first destination was via Exeter to Sidmouth. The next day saw them reach Weymouth where they again stayed in the YMCA. During that evening, whilst pottering around the town on their bikes, they came across a couple on a tendem who goaded them into a race, winning quite easily. On the third day they reached Lymington and crossed to the Isle of Wight where they rested overnight. Every day so far had been hot and sunny, consequently, both boys were red on their right hand side and relatively white on the other. On the final day, they crossed to Portsmouth then cycled home via Petersfield, encountering a thunderstorm on the way. As a result of the cycling, Malcolm developed a boil at the top of the inside of his thigh and had to walk bandy-legged for a while until it burst. His indignity was a source of amusement to family and friends.

Malcolm took digs in London to save the daily travelling, but he usually cycled up on a Sunday carrying provisions and fresh clothes, then home on Friday with his dirty washing. He would cycle into work and some eveings would accompany one of the typists called Beverley back to her home nearby. As they chatted she had the habit of pulling off bits of the rubber brake-lever covers. One evening, Malcolm cycled up and around Hyde Park Corner which was an experience he decided not to repeat.

After Malcolm and Brenda had married and moved to Dorset, he continued to ride frequently, and his colleagues used to be envious to see him out on his bike when they were stuck in their cars. He was working in Southampton at first and rode in along the A31, something that traffic volumes and speed would prevent in later years. Having changed jobs to work in Salisbury in 1970, he cycled there several days per week. That was a speedy journey as the road from Fordingbridge was flat. The following year he took a job where he lived in Verwood then tended to take an evening ride around the Dorset lanes midweek then on Saturday, when Brenda was working, he would ride down to Bournemouth, along the coast to Christchurch and back via Ringwood.

Malcolm and Brenda regularly made weekend visits to his parents in Somerset. One time, Malcolm decided to cycle there whilst Brenda went by car. Malcolm set off first and stopped for an ice cream in Sherborne. He continued, expecting anytime to be passed by Brenda. He had to stop to mend a puncture near Ilminster but still reached his parents house before Brenda who had left late expecting him to take longer. Malcolm made a bad decision by cycling home again on Sunday as his backside was so sore from the previous days journey that he could not sit in the saddle for the first few miles.

When their eldest son James was ten years old or so, he would accompany Malcolm on trips on the quiet lanes of Dorset, and was able to cover a good distance. William also joined in a few years later. Malcolm did have an old 'sit up and beg' shopping bike for a while which was useful for pottering into the village or going to work locally. Having moved house when retired, he bought a new town bike just for local use and he no longer did long rides for pleasure.