Less fun more riding
Less fun more riding daddy. <pause> eh? Less fun more riding daddy. You’re talking too much. I wasn’t prepared for this exchange and it brought a grin, a mile wide. Less fun? More… Read More
Less fun more riding daddy. <pause> eh? Less fun more riding daddy. You’re talking too much. I wasn’t prepared for this exchange and it brought a grin, a mile wide. Less fun? More… Read More
Non·ter·ca·tion /ˌNontaˈkāSHən/ Noun A noisy non-argument and actual agreement, esp. in public. Two parties share the same view, often over the noise of an engine. Synonyms accord - – affinity – non-dispute I’ve… Read More
Hello! A toddler smiled and peddled by. I’d not heard him approach as I stood, blissfully unaware of my surroundings and capturing images of the light filtering through the canopy. He was accompanied… Read More
Long shadows cast by this morning’s summer sun. Does anything beat commuting when the conditions are this good? Let’s hope 2013 is a vintage year for getting outside.
Horrific scene discovered by passerby Yesterday, a grisly discovery was made at a Central Cardiff bike shelter when a passer-by discovered 4 bikes which had been brutally slain and their parts removed. According to… Read More
Police report. Murder of Raleigh cycle, Bridge Street, Cardiff. The victim John Doe, red paint, approximately 24lbs, found brutally murdered in Bridge St Cardiff sometime prior to discovery on the 19th April… Read More
Two green jackets emerged from Westbourne Crescent. Two peas in a pod. Clack. Grunt. Clack. Grunt. Clack. Grunt. CLICK. YES! Her voice penetrated the air like an air raid klaxon. I know that… Read More
I really don’t like being publicly critical of others. I’m more of a glass is half full type of person (unless you’re at the bar. Then I’m a: ’Hi! my glass is half… Read More
You witness and hear so much more on a bike. Banksy style Cynical Graffiti on Taff Trail, Forest Farm, Cardiff More in the series: Reasons to cycle #1 – Commuting, Reasons to cycle #2, Reasons to cycle… Read More
Keeping connected
by simonnurseThere was a time before mobiles. A time of being incommunicado. Catching up with people on return. Forgetting the milk with no reminders. That time is long past. I spotted these commuters at… Read More →