The following quotes (the title of today’s post included) have all been fished from various cycling forums and constitute a broad-ish swathe of opinion on the general subject of saddle theft.
Vans, the renowned shoemaker from California (in case you did not know), approached us earlier this year to collaborate with their Vault project, which is now finally dropping into stores worldwide.
The old adage about that which is good for people in the plumbing supplies business not always necessarily being also good for the owners of multi-storey car parks has never been truer than today, and so it is that the resurgence of hardcourt bike polo continues in its failure to show any indication of having reached terminal velocity.
It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice, as the great man once said. And of late, the bicycle trade has acted as vehicle for an epidemic of amicability in the form of what we now normally know as the “collaboration”, a recent example being this concept-bike assembled under the joint auspices of Look and… Lacoste.
John Sholto Douglas, 9th Marquis of Queensberry Joe Goss fought them all
Most good stories tend to contain a beginning, middle and end. But even the bad ones all have a beginning…
And ours places us on a cold November evening propping up the counter of a congenial, smoke-filled tavern called The Black Bull on Scholefield Street, Birmingham in 1901. Our landlord is the ageing, heavily moustachioed and still powerfully built “Gypsy” Jem Mace, storied champion of England and the World, whose reign uniquely straddled the switch from illegal bare-knuckle fights to those held under the Queensberry Rules.
At this time of the year our thoughts turn necessarily to the vexed question of how to keep our feet warm and dry whilst cycling, and thus avoid discomfort and bad temper. What has this to do with a quintessentially English dish often accompanied by something called “mash”?
Read on, periodically sodden one.
(Note: this post has been updated and somewhat rewritten. It was originally posted on Nov. 16, 2010.)
You know the old saying. “Money will buy you a fine dog, but only love can make it wag its tail”. If you need any proof of the truth of that statement, try taking “dog” out, and replacing it with, oh… “saddle”, for example.
You clearly get a sentence that makes no objective sense at all. Among other things, saddles don’t have tails. Though they do have noses, which sometimes bear a kind of passing resemblance to dog noses.
If you are still unfamiliar with L’Eroica, before you start reading please take a look at this video we produced last year.
Now that we are all up to date, let me proceed with today’s blog contribution, and regale you, Gentle Reader, with a colorful accounting of the goings-on at this years’ L’Eroica.
In The Blog's Earlier Days We Had No Subtitle Facility. But We Do Now.
If the phrase “University thesis project by two Swedish design students” doesn’t make you too nervous, then keep reading. But even if it does make you nervous, don’t worry, we’re here to hold your hand. Oh go on, if you’ve made the trip all the way over here from Facebook, you might as well.
It’s fact that every couple of weeks or so, a Health & Safety Think-Tank somewhere sends an army of badly compensated people with clipboards to the streets to extract from members of the Cycling Public an explanation for their aversion to Helmet Use.