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

In praise of………cyclepaths

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For pedestrians, commuters (the human powered type), cyclists, runners, cyclists that run and runners that cycle (I am the former, but once was the latter), as this image conclusively proves, the Taff Trail… Continue reading

Back to the 90s

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What was up last Wednesday? The 90s felt back in the air. I saw Flea* from the Red Hot Chilli peppers blaze onto Newport Road, all flowing dreadlocks and billowing climbing pants with… Continue reading

Climb

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The road jacks up, piling contour onto contour onto contour. A disused Victorian railway arch beckons you forward. Jules is parallel to my handlebars. Past one gate, then another. There used to be… Continue reading

Concrete canvas

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When I’m around and about, it strikes me that urban dissent is recorded on a concrete canvas, the very fabric of our cities. Often grafitii is clumsy and ugly. Occasionally it is targeted… Continue reading

Remember outgrowing your bike?

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  I’d forgotten the feeling. Well. It’s been a long time. You know. The feeling. That feeling. Outgrowing the old bike and embracing the new one. But now I remember what it looks… Continue reading

Arise Sir Carlton

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Courtesy of Craig and Cyclopaedia, my recently acquired Carlton is looking rather regal in its lovely new bar tape (you should have seen the previous stuff), upcycled gear shifters (gone are the nice… 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

Cycle art – Land’s end to John O’Groats

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Great pair of posters created to promote the non-stop Land’s end to John O’Groats tandem attempt by Natalie Creswick and Emma Williams. As an admirer of London underground posters and art noveau, these posters… Continue reading

Summer in the city

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Summer in the city. But time to escape it, I think. I love the bustle and the energy. Its frenetic, dizzying, feverish pace. I’m not sure these words always describe Cardiff. But they… Continue reading