Pip Higham Tuner, engineer, rider Where did it all begin?
From time to time I’ve been asked where my interest in bikes started. It’s hard to say, but it might be a genetic ‘thang’.
My dad, Ken, owned, raced, crashed and generally fiddled with bikes from quite an early age. I’m not exactly sure when it started. He had won a scholarship to Manchester Grammar School, but Ken being Ken, he was magnetically attracted to the dark side. According to him, he was studious, but misunderstood. According to others who knew what he was capable of, he spent most of his teenage years chasing girls or wagging off school to go and play snooker (for money) with the unruly scallywags of Shudehill, a notorious district of ‘alternative’ Manchester.
The proceeds…