Friday the 25thof April 1992 was unique for two reasons; the fact it was the day after Chris’ 12th birthday was just one of those. He loved his new bike; a Raleigh Activator. He’d be the envy of his friends. Not only did it have a bright orange frame, it had front suspension – a rarity on bikes of the late 80s early 90s. Most kids in town still had BMXs. Some still rode around on Choppers – those bikes with a front wheel smaller than the back. Chris lived in Stocksbridge, a small town on the outskirts of Sheffield. Being surrounded by rugged paths, rolling hills and ominous woodland, it was every bikers dream. Chris’ Raleigh Activator was the perfect weapon to attack the landscape with vigour. He hadn’t been able to enjoy his gift on his birthday because it was a school day, and when he’d finally arrived…