Dramatist Duncan Macmillan wrote a play called “Lungs” a couple of years ago. It explores a couple’s dilemma.
In short, they’re giving serious thought to bringing new life into the world, but against the contemporary backdrop of overpopulation and the considerable carbon footprint that each of us, tiny little babies included, ultimately leaves behind, aren’t really sure that this desire can be reconciled with their otherwise unimpeachable eco-credentials.
Our two-wheeled, human-powered, gin-soaked Odyssey, the Dashing Bicycle Show, toured North America over the past twelve months, taking in both coasts, as well as some of the middle bit. And seeing as how North America isn’t just America, we even hit Canada for good measure.
Wherever we unpacked our boxes, we suggested that show visitors take a photo of themselves with their bicycle, and submit it to our Dashing Bike Photo Contest and take a chance at winning one of the fine bicycles we had on display.
As discerning fans of the odd pint will attest, comparing a multinational brewing giant and an independent craft brewer in terms of end product can be rather like examining the difference between a poured plastic perch and a Brooks saddle. So it was with interest that we learned recently of a microbrewery in the First County that was planning an ale for cyclists.
During the past two months we’ve been working very hard to create what we describe as the Brooks ‘Cathedral’. We are excited to announce the opening of B1866, our first Brooks Store, situated in the heart of London. The shop is not only a showcase of our product range, but a celebration of the brand’s 150 year history.
As we all know, if you’re out trick or treating on Halloween night, it’s actually more efficient to walk from door to door than cycle. The time spent locking and unlocking your bike eats ferociously into the time available for the speedy collection from neighbours of monkey nuts, pomegranates and if you’re lucky, the odd mini Mars bar.
So what could we possibly have of bike-related interest on creepy, ghoulish Halloween?
At the Brooks Blog, our enthusiasm for bike polo is famously boundless. Few readers can have forgotten 2011′s (now long since sold out) Limited Edition polo mallet, the “Brooks England”, for example. And elsewhere too in the world of kneepads and small gear ratios, we have demonstrably continued to go beyond the mere call of duty.
Sticking to what he knows best, photographer Stefano made a film about taking photographs.
No Ordinary Night was both theme and title of the recent film-festival-slash-filmmaking-contest organized by esteemed bike light people Knog. Brooks was delighted to lend assistance to the venture in the form of prizes.
As we explained here earlier this month, they tasked entrants with making something that could fairly be described as a bike/biking film. The only other non-negotiables being that it had to be under one minute’s length and shot at night time.
Autumn in Northern Italy is a famously fine combination of season and location for taking magical (and we don’t use the word lightly) spins. Now imagine we were somehow able to cast a spell, and transport an entire peloton 40, 50, 60… even 100 years into the past, and they all fetched up in Anghiari, say. If they didn’t want to confuse and frighten the locals, they’d all obviously need a Brooks on top of a steel framed bike, for starters. And preferably a woollen jersey, right? If you have no plans next weekend, pay attention…
The roads of the Tiber Valley and the surrounding hills, built by the Romans and by the Etruscans before them, have witnessed the passage of many intrepid travellers over the centuries. Brave soldiers on their way to and from great battles, courageous knights on heroic quests, adventurers seeking out new lands and stoic pilgrims on their way to pay homage in some far off destination – they have all passed by. Now it is the time for yet another band of heroes! So get out your old bicycle, pull on your woollen jersey and wax your moustache – it is time for the Intrepid Cyclists to make their mark in history!
But one of the most captivating and rewarding so far has been the first ever installment of the Transcontinental Race, an unsupported competitive ride from London to Istanbul which took place over a fortnight early in August.
Conceived by last year’s WCR Grand Tour winner Mike Hall, it was designed as a race across the European continent that should quickly separate riders both from the metaphorical apron strings and each other. Unsurprising then, that he enlisted the help of renowned apron-string-cutters The Adventurists.
Together they formulated a race which, beyond the obvious, made only a few simple demands of its riders – pick your own route, remember to grab a sandwich at that next petrol station, and get the head down wherever you like, as long as it’s not in the back of a support vehicle.