Arise the agitos
The king is dead. Long live the King. Under broody Welsh skies, the Olympic rings in Cardiff’s civic centre make way for the Paralympic agitos. A fitting symbol to position so prominently; Cardiff… Read More
The king is dead. Long live the King. Under broody Welsh skies, the Olympic rings in Cardiff’s civic centre make way for the Paralympic agitos. A fitting symbol to position so prominently; Cardiff… Read More
Following up yesterday’s post (‘Those are the rules’, August 15th), Amsterdamize suggested that the picture above should be added. I couldn’t agree more. In fact, the image is so amusing that it deserves… Read More
Ahhh. Rules. Rules. RULES. Congratulations people of Caernarfon for a healthy dose of disrespect. The promenade at Caernarfon is quiet, wide and perfect for slow ambling on the bike (emphasis on slow- if… Read More
So the Olympics are over. 17 days of action, drama and bling. From a GB perspective the results were outstanding; the twin benefit of home advantage and monumental funding. Team GB can never… Read More
A Victorian answer to both beating hills AND cycle touring. Single speed simplicity, more relaxation and even better views. It could catch on….
Last night I got back after a long day at our Midlands factory. With a narrow window of opportunity, I raced in, threw on my kit, grabbed the singlespeed and darted (as much… Read More
You have to love this arrangement. A road snatched from the motorcar and handed back to the bike. If this image is ringing any bells*, you are undoubtedly from Kent or at least… Read More
It was simply amazing to spend last night celebrating three things; first and foremost, Val and Jeff’s 25th anniversary celebrations (congrats both), secondly to watch Pendleton time her burst to perfection (are at… Read More
I’ve just returned from a two week stint in the Loire. What a place for cycling. No majestic mountains. No hairy downhills, no dynamite cyclo-cross riding – just plain lovely countryside. And wine… Read More