Category Archive: Cycle chic

Je veux monter mon vélo

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Je veux monter mon vélo! <I want to ride my bike> So do I, love. So do I. It’s so very Gallic here ‘en ce moment’.  Brioche for petit déjeuner. Boring the family… Continue reading

Why do we need a uniform?

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The other day I retweeted a message and it sparked a conversation with @bicicleto_ZGZ of Zaragova – a place where cycling infrastructure is as mature as a Reserva Rioja and cycle culture embedded deep. The… Continue reading

Proper transportation – Cycle art

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….and who would disagree? Great piece of cycle art produced for Artcrank Denver (2009) by Joyengine.

Bicycle Giclée by Ugo Gattini

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  Simply brilliant.  Another example of Ugo Gattini’ fine work. Bicycle by Ugo Gattini is available for £18 from Nobrow.  

Keep it under your helmet; The best cycling cap in Blighty

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I like cycle caps. A lot. I rarely ride or race without one. And when it comes to the printed word, Boneshaker is my favourite mag.  I’m more willing than admit it. But when… Continue reading

Keepin’ toastie

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It’s been very cold the last couple of days. With the temperature dropping to zero and wind chill adding to the fun and games, winter has undeniably arrived. Whilst Blighty may not get… Continue reading

Doff your cap

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I’m a recent convert to wearing cycle caps and now I wouldn’t ride without one. To my mind, they are a ‘ride comfort management system’ (RCMS*), proving once and for all that I am full… Continue reading

The image

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A few times recently, I’ve been asked why I don’t use a particular tool (for ‘tool ‘read ‘bike’) for a particular job, why I don’t wear lycra to work or at times I… Continue reading

Simply beautiful; Vuelo Velo

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Every now and then my internet meanderings stumble across a treat. Here’s Vuelo Velo, a beautiful short, featuring some of my favourite things; beautiful bikes, a beautiful city (Sydney) and beautiful music (the… Continue reading

Homeward bound

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This evening I saw a lady in her mid-50s cycle past by house. It was 5ish and she was on her way home. The wind billowed a shock of long blonde hair backwards.… Continue reading