Monthly Archive: March, 2012

We’ll be back!

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I’m not one to grossly over exaggerate claims, so you won’t be surprised to hear that I’ve been asked at least 100,000 what Bespoked Bristol was like; as an exhibitor, an attendee and… Continue reading

Life is too short…..

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Do you ever get those days? Those bitter-sweet, demanding, the-day-is-too-long, but-life-is-too-short type of days? I think I’m watching the sun set on one now. Shackled to the desk at 6am (self-imposed), then meeting… Continue reading

Something for the weekend Sir?

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There must be more cycling activities this weekend than you can shake a spoke at, but I’ll briefly highlight two that are are on my radar; both free, both fun. Firstly, ‘Spokes in… Continue reading

Can you help this man?

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Here are some images of an absolutely ridiculous cruiser. With an Easy Rider aesthetic, it’s shape is so exaggerated that you just simply have to love it. Or at least I have to… Continue reading

Spring is for classic races, cobbles and handmade bike shows.

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Wow. What a weekend; on all sorts of fronts. Firstly the weather was blistering, apparently warmer than the Sahara (at 22C/72F). Secondly, the clocks went back which meant that I was able to… Continue reading

Today, we’ll be mostly at Bespoked.

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When this piece goes up on the blog, we’ll be fighting with our gazebo, pulling toggles, wrestling with velcro and yelling ‘GO UP YOU B*GGER!!!!’. That’s right, we are at Bespoked Bristol, providing… Continue reading

To catch a mocking-thief

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Fantastic. Sad. Funny. All three simultaneously, this new video from Casey Neistat (and spotted via CycleGaz’ excellent Croydon based blog) highlights just how easy it is to pinch a bike in New York.… Continue reading

The urban explorer

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Last Wednesday I headed out for a run. Nothing unusual about that. I spent 14 years pounding pavements and competing across the disciplines (road, track, x-country, fell). These days my runs are limited… Continue reading

Mercian musette

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I still want a Mercian racing bike. All that history. All that pedigree. All that steel. Reynolds tubing given the Cuban treatment; fashioned by hand and rolled on the thighs of Derbyshire beauties.… Continue reading

I ain’t pushy. Honest.

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Promise, no hard sell. There, you heard it here first. As I mentioned below, I’m doing this Tumble4life thingy, were you cycle up the Tumble (near Llanfoist in Monmouthshire) and try and climb… Continue reading