Last Sunday my good friend Sam Hart organised a ride from London to Cambridge that ended with a river swim. She managed to figure out a route that resulted in us not seeing a car for 40 miles. We saw lots of thatched cottages and fields full of flowers and road kill. We did a 100 km and it was fairly flat, the climbs we did meet weren’t long enough for us to experience any feelings of hate and hopelessness. It was a joyful ride with just enough punishment to make you feel alive.
This is Sam smiling on the way there. She also rode the 100 km back and she still smiled. She isn’t mental. Her mum and dad own a bike shop in Gloucestershire and she lived above the shop as a kid. She is bike bonkers. She is a bit like one of those old fashioned jewelry boxes with a ballet dancer inside- when she puts her feet on her pedals it winds up her face into a smile.
I didn’t jump in the river because it was too cold. Many of the riders had done Ironmen and a triathlons and were (very marginally) tougher than me; they seemed very unfazed by the prospect of jumping into 9 degree water and not having anywhere to get dry. I have my suspicions that they are all lunatics or even androids.
Sam is organising more rides and they are open to anyone. Last sunday about 20 of us did the ride. We split out into 2 groups, ‘the fast’ and ‘the not as fast’ and from here little breakaway groups splintered off and found their own pace. If you are pretty fit their will definitely be a group that suits you. I think you should all come because a decent ride on a sunday with loads of nice people can’t really be beaten.
If you are interested in coming you can click here
Both images courtesy of Colin steele
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We have just received the 2 T J Quick bikes Rob has been hankering after.
T J Quick was a builder based not so far from Herne Hill station and it’s said as a builder he is up there with the likes of Witcomb.
Anyway more to come about this next week- I can’t get pictures right now as Rob is busy pawing them.
Cassius has terrorised cats and dogs across various London neighbour hoods over the years.The last 4 years have seen him striking a reign of terror over Mountgrove Rd. He has competed many times, offering himself out to Boxers, Rottweilers and Jack Russel’s. He nearly found his match once in a large ginger tom with a funny eye, but after a 5 minute spat the tom reluctantly walked away.
When you are hard as nails and you have proved it you can lie in the middle of the street in a nonchalant manner because you know no one will dare say a word (apologies to all the mothers who struggled maneuvering the prams around him last week).
Whilst I was in Wales Rob went to develop some film.
50’s Road Path. Fresh.
Aende. Purchased by 1 cool cat.
Dawes Sterling. Taken by the girl in a 1960’s mini dress and rain mac, I love this picture.
Mcleans. This is Ed chuckling. He comes by the shop most weeks and he restores old pedals and saddles; painstaking work, he reckons its meditative.
Steel Raleigh. This is Hannah and her new (old) Raleigh. I can’t possibly describe how much she suits this bike.
Holdsworth. Looks to me like the beginning of a long and loving relationship.
A Black Raleigh and one very happy lady.