Bicycle day
Love the colours in this piece of cycle art by Anastasia; very tie-dye, very bunyip dreaming*. Cycle art by Anastastia available on Deviantart *An old and vaguely new age surf movie I’m quite… Read More
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Follow that car! Cycle theft gets sinister
Another one bites the dust. Gavin, another mountain biking parent at my daughter’s school, had his brand spanking new, Giant Anthem full susser stolen from the boot of his car earlier this week.… Read More
Reasons to cycle #5 – Empty evening trails
Woods above Castell Coch. late evening sun streams through the trees, illuminating an empty trail. More in the series: Reasons to cycle #1 – Commuting, Reasons to cycle #2, Reasons to cycle #3, Reasons to cycle… Read More
Abandoned Part 13
Pick me up. Go on. Pleeeassee… I’ve been here for a long time. A very long time. Too, too, LONG. I don’t think she’s coming back. In the heart of the Hayes (Cardiff),… Read More
Bikestack by Tailah Lampert
Love these bikestack paintings from Taliah Lampert (she of bike portrait fame). Taliah’s work can be seen and bought here.
Reasons to cycle #4 – Moorland moods
Garth Mountain, North of Cardiff. Frozen puddles straddle the moorland path under broody skies. More in the series: Reasons to cycle #1 – Commuting, Reasons to cycle #2, Reasons to cycle #3
Even more music and bikes – Hugh Cornwell at the Globe
Having just returned from the Globe, I can confirm, without a shadow of a doubt, that the best way to spend your evenings is in good company, with a decent pint of beer… Read More
The Indian bicycle shop
To my mind, it’s one of the great enduring images of cycling; the Indian street scene. Chaotic, vibrant, streets, populated by colourful, busy locals, many of whom will be riding, pushing or holding… Read More
Light snow. Blue sky.
Snow fell delicately and randomly, like soap suds cast from a washing machine. Yet the sky was the pale blue of the Azurri. Sun streamed through the fence and scattered across the path.… Read More
Bike indulgence and the perfect excuse
It wasn’t me. It was the small parasite in my brain. Is that the best ever excuse for a decadent spree? A friend of mine (an eagle eyed David Price) spotted a science… Read More
