All day every day

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Ok…..the purpose of this beautifully shot little film might be to advertise stuff for Morvelo and Kinesis, but…..it does contain mountains, mountain biking, sweeping singletrack and beautiful big skies <sigh>……I’m off to the… Continue reading

Urban Exploration – When industry moves on

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What happens when industry moves on? Light streams through rooflights and high windows, an empty mothership save for some bottles, a fire extinguisher and occasional detritus. Periodically the wind whistles through steel cavities,… Continue reading

Lost sole

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So I’m happily racing right, when I come up to the hurdles. Hop that? In this mud? At this speed? Nah. It’s not going to happen. So I flick my leg out and… Continue reading

London Bike Polo Cycle art

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Bearing some resemblance to the poster for Fritz Lang’s 1927 masterpiece Metropolis (below), the London Open Bike Polo Tournament produced this excellent poster for their end of August tournament.  

Streetview #3

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“You’re wearing your photography shoes Daddy’. Kids are so bloody perceptive. Cycling to school yesterday morning, my 6 year old daughter noticed that I wasn’t clipped into my pedals. Not. Clipped. In. Spot the child… Continue reading

Tailwind

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  The Tailwind is the ally of ambition. Effortless spinning. Dreamlike state. No distractions to acceleration.  A cormorant glides low over the Taff, but I leave it trailing. Parity with traffic.  All those… Continue reading

Headwind

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The headwind is the enemy of progress. My bike is a constituent. A system comprising of  rider and cargo. Books. Locks. Lights. Camera. Sports kit. Waterproofs. Crumpled papers. A solitary sock. A forgotten… Continue reading

‘I like it’ Cycle Art

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‘I like it’ cycle art by Andreyashev. I’m with you buddy. Print available via Society 6 

More music and (no) bikes – The 1538/1 chance

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Sometimes it doesn’t work out. Too much stuff to carry. Can’t risk crumpling those trousers. Two punctures, knackered chainset, handlebars sold for scrap. You know how it is. For a combination of reasons 1… Continue reading

Morning rain. Flashbacks. Stoicism.

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Rain fell in Heavy, straight, vertical lines. If there were gaps between the drops you couldn’t see them. I lowered my head slightly, the peak of my cap keeping the liquid assault from… Continue reading