There's something special about a handmade bike. There is absolutely nothing wrong with factory built bikes but they just don't have that uniqueness, that personal touch, that sense of timeless British craftsmanship. I've no use for a handmade suit, my furniture is all flat pack, but a handbuilt bike is a luxury I can just […]
Archive for March 2012
Cyclist approaching – the bridleway between Bishop Wilton and Fangfoss After at least half a dozen visits to Hockney Country I thought this weekend we might at last have seen The Man. The weather was gorgeous – warm sunshine and almost windless: perfect for sitting at an easel to paint the English landscape. Sunday's big […]
Sandra and I cycled the Monsal Trail the other day. The trail has apparently existed since 1981 but I hadn't heard of it until last year when it was announced that four ancient railway tunnels are now open to walkers, wheelchair users, cyclists and horse riders, after being made safe by the Peak District National […]
OK, so you're going for a ride. How far? How fast? Your call, but to some extent out of your hands. Blame the weather, the hills, your lack of training. But how direct? Just A to B? Round trip? Stopping off on the way, stopping as little as possible, stopping to smell the roses? Here's […]
Part Two of my Exmoor to Truro cycle ride by Roads Less Travelled Lynmouth, 1952 Lynton (visible) and Lynmouth from Countisbury Hill
Part of the National Cycle Network route NCN23 runs across the Isle of Wight from Cowes to Sandown via Newport, the principal town on the island. The section from Cowes to Newport runs along the old railway line alongside the river Medina and is well used by both commuters and leisure cyclists. The Sandown to […]
Fresh snow on the ground yesterday morning – at least two inches of the stuff. By this morning the pavement was bare; by noon the temperature was above zero. Slow and easy getting started: bike down, find the clothes that were tucked away last November, inflate tyres, wax the chain. Water, don't forget water. Take […]
After seeing the nude Peruvian cyclists article I casually scanned Google Images for 'nude cylists' (as one does) and somehow came upon this photo: He is fully dressed for cycle touring. I think the reason this came up was because he mentioned on his blog that he'd posted a nude cycling photo of himself then […]
I've known about the phenomenon of speed wobble for well over 25 years and know that it's not the fault of the bicycle, that it is a natural phenomenon and that it can be corrected by shifting your weight on the bicycle. A similar phenomenon can be seen, apparently, when towing a trailer in a […]
Brown Bike nearly fell over in excitement on today's drug run. Such outward displays of emotion can be risky in traffic or even without traffic so I discourage them. As I was wheeling BB at the time, negotiating a flower bed and narrow gateway, we were reasonably safe but I had to sharply remind him […]
The only photograph from Sunday's ride, and that was taken the next morning when I tipped out the soaking wet contents of the LiDL carrier bag I got drenched on Sunday completing the first standard ride of the year. A 70 in 6 from Cottingham Green out to Stamford Bridge. As last year I clung […]
Gorgeous light Last Thursday looking north over West Pennine Moors from Winter Hill. Darwen Tower just visible on the far ridge, Belmont Reservoir in the valley.
Tuesday. On my tod. Cloud. Bah! Strong westerly wind. Humbug! Tired..Sigh. Pfaff around until bigbad boredombites. Mrs.Lee golfing. Harrumph! Pull out the old rechained sprocketturnedThorn. Enthusiasmfreezone. Goongetgoing. NononoIwon't. Justdoit. Huh!
For my first post, I thought it would be a good to share a little of the countryside accessible during a 60 mile day-ride from home – home being Durrington in Wiltshire, a village on the south-east edge of Salisbury Plain about 9 miles north of Salisbury. Normally, day-rides in February require all sorts of […]
My bike is a pampered thoroughbred. She gets the best of everything and the slightest scratch to her gleaming paintwork is a national disaster. Not all bikes are treated so. I've just spent a month in Morocco where bikes still serve their original purpose as 'the people's nag', carrying riders and their loads as they […]