Can you argue with these sentiments? I can’t. Cycle art by Changethethought (for Denver Artctank 2010 and sadly all sold out).
Riding West toward Cardiff Central Station. Slight head wind, but golden sun adequate compensation. I’m stopped at the lights watching the traffic gliding along the roller coaster slopes of the link road overpass. Lights change:… Continue reading
Before I go any further, I’d just like to make it totally and abundantly clear; I am not anti-car. I drive and own, a big grey box with a roof rack on the… Continue reading
Brief, unexpected pleasure. At my desk at the ungodly hour of 6am. It’s dark, cold and where the light reflects, white. The snow fall of recent days is a perilous mix of slush… Continue reading
Love the artwork in this image. A beautiful piece of bike art from a bleak period in history (used between 1939 and 1946). Artist: Tom Gentleman. With thanks to Brain pickings.
‘Track cycling championships’ by Gregory Baldwin. The winning entry in a competition to design a poster for the Melbourne track championships, it is bright, bold and effective. You can’t go wrong with… Continue reading
….No. Not them all. ‘Death before derailleur’ is a pretty hard line. I spotted a couple of bikes locked up in the Hayes yesterday, adorned with the rather ugly monicker- Fixed wheel fascists… Continue reading
…all in this month’s YourCardiff blogpost. Rather than reinvent the wheel, here is the link. The guest cycling blog appears monthly in YourCardiff (part of Walesonline).
Juxtapose tr.v. jux·ta·posed, jux·ta·pos·ing, jux·ta·pos·es. To place side by side, especially for comparison or contrast. Sunday 18th November 2013. 12.15pm. Heol-Y-Mynydd, Gorseinon (Swansea). On start line. Gridded at back through absence. Heavy breathing.… Continue reading
Here’s another eminently sensible enterprise using Kickstarter to crowd source funds. Colin and Remmy are San Francsico based designers and entrepreneurs behind ‘Sparse lights’. Taking their urban cycling experience and setting their design… Continue reading