Guest blogger Bike Snob NYC clings to his sanity in winter
Touring in your fathers footsteps with a modern twist
Every once in a while the cycle industry re-invents itself to follow fashions which come and go. Meanwhile, the ancient spirits of quality and style sit on the fence and watch, lending a helping hand to those who allow them through their doors. The recent resurgence in the hand-built British bicycle is a fashion that was once an epidemic. Almost every town had a cycle shop, with an often rudimentary building attached where a skilled craftsman would be building frames for local cyclists.
Angus gives his insight to his weekend in Tábor
I have mixed feelings after the Worlds. To sum it up, it just ended badly. There were some highlights in there. My manager Pieter giving me an Orval while the paramedic cleaned up my leg was one. Dinner with the boys after was good fun too. But the second half of my race went badly and the fact that I now have trouble walking has most certainly tainted my mood. The time, energy and preparation that you put into a race like this certainly increases the expectations, but of course you need to remember that everyone else in the race will be giving it 110% too.
Jack Thurston goes bike packing in a Wet, Windy Wales
With arrival of an email of a list of a couple of dozen grid references, each the location a ford across a stream or river somewhere in the hills of Mid-Wales, I knew I was in for a cold, wet January weekend. In a moment of ‘let’s blow away the cobwebs and do something different’ I’d entered myself into the Bear Bones Ford Fiesta, an overnight bikepacking event. The challenge was simple: to ride through many fords as possible and to spend a night under the stars.
Kevin Downey joins the blog to recount his epic journey
After returning from a 59 day tour of mainland Europe, I never envisioned taking on the world on two wheels. But 13 months and 2,000 miles later, I found myself in Istanbul, Turkey far from my home in Ireland once again. With the right support behind me I continued on through 41 countries, covering 30,000 miles on bicycle, and 20,000 by boat. Relying on the kindness of strangers, I lived for two and a half years on the finer things in life, while raising over £5,000 pounds for Depaul Ireland, a charity tackling homelessness on the Emerald Isle.
The Brooks Blog welcomes Julian Wong to recount one of his adventures
In the spring of 2013 I set off from California carrying my father’s ashes to his hometown in China. By the end of the year I had cycled across the United States, flown to Norway from Florida and cycled Scandinavia, the Baltics, Central Europe and most of the Balkans. It was early 2014 when I decided to escape the winter doldrums of Europe and fly to the warm and exotic land of Egypt.
Juliet Elliott's top rides of 2014
I must be getting old. Just like that, 2014 is over. I remember when I was a kid, the summer holidays lasted forever and Christmas always seemed an eternity away. I always hoped that those who told me ‘school days are the best of your life’ were far off the mark. Endless hours of maths, PE in sub zero temperatures wearing gym knickers and an airtex shirt; how could that be the best life had to offer? PE even made me think I wasn’t ‘sporty,’ but that’s another story for another time. Now I’m free from the horrors of netball, drinking at bus stops and GCSEs, I’m having more fun that ever and life seems to fly by. So they were wrong. I bloody knew it. School sucks and being a grown up rules.
Guest Blogger Bike Snob NYC's Day-After-New-Year's-Day Ride
It is traditional for cyclists to partake in a New Year’s Day ride, which is precisely why I leave the roads to the wobbly legions making good on their resolutions and sweating out their hangovers.
Instead, I skip the ride and take a walk on the beach, where I ask mighty Neptune to provide me with a sign of what to expect in the coming year. Last year his portent came in the form of hot dogs, while this year he presented me with this disembodied fish head.
Jack Thurston visits a man planning to spend 2015 just riding his bike
It’s the longest standing record in cycling. Some say it can’t be broken and few have even tried. But on 1 January 2015, a little known British cyclist will begin a year of cycling with the intention of surpassing the 75,065 miles that Tommy Godwin rode way back in 1939.