When my brother and I were young we would go and meet Dad when he came home from work at lunch time.
We would walk up a small alleeway or twitten as they say here in Sussex and wait for him to appear riding a bike that must have been built before WW2!!!!!! he would dismount and I would be placed on the saddle and Graham would stand on a peddle and he would push us home and then after lunch he would cycle back to work.