Phew! What a scorcher! As we watch the mercury crawling briskly from the ball upwards into the thermometer’s tube at Boultbee Towers, the only thing keeping us from clocking off and fixing a massive pitcher of refreshing Hendrick’s Southside Lemonade is this pesky Europe-wide longdrink garnish scare. It just doesn’t taste the same when you use a zucchini.
So in the current absence of a cucumber we can bet our lives on, we’ve resolved instead over the next few days to take a whistle stop tour around the universe of smart, spandex-free, summer biking apparel.
Anyone who has spent time at one of our Dealers of Excellence, or browsed the Brooks homepage, may have had their attention drawn to the fact that we categorize our saddles under different Lines. The Select range is one of them.
Some time ago, we became curious to find out what differences might be between one of our standard Brooks hides, and one cut from a hide supplied to us by a certified-organic farm.
A terrible loser because he gets very little practice, James Brailsford.
As mentioned in a previous post, Brooks was on board earlier this month at the IG Markets London Nocturne, an extravaganza of night time street racing in the English capital, where an unbelievable amount of spectator noise was on hand to deafen the ears of the assembled two-wheeled competitors.
Recently our terribly popular Facebook page was queried as to whether or not Brooks used to own Wrights Saddles. My impetuous and incorrect response garnered a written clarification by none other than Steven Green, who has been with Brooks for over 30 years and manages our office in Smethwick.
Quoting Steven: “Brooks did own Wrights (and technically still do)”
He talks the talk. Does he walk the walk? Or is it the other way round?
Instead of the antipasti and vino rosso of Siena’s L’Eroica, it’ll be moules frites and lashings of heavily fortified beer this coming Sunday, when devotees of that exotic and near-extinct breed of cyclist, The Flemish Hardman gather in Oudenaarde, Belgium to pay rolling hommage over the potentially (but hopefully not) slippery cobblestones of the Flandrian countryside.
It is almost 9 months since Nyomi Rowsell started off on her architecturally motivated cycling tour of the Dark Continent. In that time she has gone through a few changes of hairstyle, but managed to stick with the one saddle.
October last year saw her kicking things off in Cairo, and as she finds herself now on the final stretch towards Cape Town, she can look back with satisfaction on a unique trip, which was designed to help her explore the state of Architecture in countries such as Zansibar, Zambia, Tanzania, Malawi, Rwanda, Sudan, Uganda, Kenya and Ethiopia.