Crown Lane is a rather declivitous, or perhaps inclivitous passage in Hastings Old Town. Each year they have a bicycle race on it. A butcher’s bicycle. It is an old boneshaker of the kind Arkwright had in Open All Hours. The thing weighs twice as much as the Forth Bridge. The rules are simple: Get up […]
She said, “You must do the ride to Bexhill; Giant Sea Cabbages, Colossal Daisies. Kingdom of Beach Huts and Overgrown Cliffs.” It was an intriguing introduction. The ride does not disappoint. It is perfectly magical. You come off the normal path onto dusty gravel, which then turns into a kind of chain mail behind kaleidoscopic […]
24 miles on the Cuckoo Trail. “Aren’t you worried about going in the woods with someone you just met?” “Oh”, she says, “We’re meeting my friend, who is a champion shooter”. #plottwist
This is my bike, Golden Pegasus. I know, grand name. It was chosen by someone else and it stuck. I love this bike. Despite the now slippy gears and fading brakes that the bike shop said was an ‘uneconomical’ repair. We’ve been on journeys of less than a mile, to over 60 miles in one. […]
Found this lot outside Saville’s bike shop on Battersea Rise. One of them had a puncture. I’d been going to that shop for years and they were a bunch of grumpy buggers running it. They wouldn’t serve any of this lot, so I bought a new inner tube and they fixed it outside on the […]