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what goes around, comes around
newton's third law of motion: every action has an equal and opposite reaction which, translated into modern vernacular is pretty much what goes around comes around. in the long term, i've found this to be a truism - well, almost. around two years ago, i lent a small park chain tool to a couple touring the western isles when a chain broke on one of their bikes. the bike was miles away, and i hadn't the time to cycle out and fix it. i was assured that they'd pop the tool through my letterbox on the way to the ferry, however, you will probably be as unsuprised as i was when this failed to happen.
unfortunately, it's the few who spoil it for the many: i only kept this particular chain tool for such a purpose, but its disappearance meant that the next person with a broken chain was probably out of luck, unless they could make it to thewashingmachinepost bikeshed where the never lent out under any circumstances workshop chain tool could be put to good use. so where does newton's third law come into this? well, only a month or two back, i found an envelope inside the door with said long lost chain tool, inside an envelope with the word sorry written on the front.
what goes around, comes around.
it's a slogan, epithet, motto that can be applied to many a situation, and the chaps and chapesses at sue me have taken it so much to heart that they've popped it on their new t-shirts. sue me may not be a name that springs readily to the cyclist's mind, but if i point out that it's an offshoot of buff, then some of you may be moved to utter an aaah.. i have two t-shirts from sue me, one of which is black with the legend what goes around... on the front, resolved with ...comes around. on the back. the other shirt says exactly what it does on the tin, finishing with the manifesto:
'we love life, we live it to the full, and we enjoy our planet. we'd like it to be around for generations to come.'
quite admirable, but to be honest, what has that to do with a t-shirt? cunningly, the other side of the very same t-shirt answers that very question, should you have found it necessary to ask. the t-shirts are very nearly threequarters bamboo (70%) with the remainder being filled in with organically grown cotton. since bamboo grows at an alarming rate, it's a highly sustainable resource; love the planet and it might just love you back. the legends applied to these shirts are of water based inks. if the notion of wearing a t-shirt fabricated from bamboo sounds a bit on the scratchy side, the t-shirt continues:
once processed, a bamboo fibre is finer than a human hair, and has a smooth, round surface. it's also anti static, meaning no more jimi hendrix hairstyles.
however, at the end of the day, a t-shirt is just a t-shirt, except the sue me versions have a neatly hidden, zipped pocket on the right side, large enough to carry some loose change, or a few keys. i even managed to fit in a small panasonic digital camera, though admittedly it was slightly on the heavy side for the mesh inner. and they do feel remarkably soft in comparison to the myriad of others in my cycling wardrobe. charcoal has been touted as a material that resists odour when worn under testing conditions, a fact that i have been unable to substantiate in previous tests. sue me make no such claims, but you just never know.
and i also have a sue me buff, but you already know how versatile those are.
there's a variety of sue me products on sale from their website, including the latest spring/summer t-shirt collection, with t-shirts retailing at £29 while a plain, ordinary sue me buff, retails at £13. ideal for a swift trip to the bike shop, or for lazing around after you've re-fitted those troublesome gear cables.
and no, i have no idea why they decided to call themselves sue me.
posted on saturday 8 august 2009
..........................................................................................................................................................................................................robert millar anniversary jersey
just a quick update for those who ordered a robert millar anniversary jersey in the hope (same as me) that it would be available during the anniversary tour de france. endura have promised delivery to me on 21st august, at which time i'll post photos and a web page where orders can be purchased online. i apologise for the huge delay (artwork was sent to endura at end of april), but i'm as much a victim in this as everybody else.
thanks for your patience
posted on thursday 6 august 2009
..........................................................................................................................................................................................................pictures at an exhibition
currently, what passes for modern music seems firmly entrenched in the past. instead of spending hours or days refining their craft by writing modern classics, all too many of today's manufactured pop groups seem quite content to revive previous hits (or near misses) as directed by their production svengali. so far, so bad: it's all harmless bubblegum that keeps the teens downloading from itunes, never having heard the original tunes, and more often than not, blissfully unaware that there was ever an original in the first place. of course, all this is going to come back to bite us in the not too distant future, when the be-pop of tomorrow discovers that the has-beens of today haven't left any legacy to plunder.
i'm quite sure that at some time in the post's more recent past, i volunteered not to quote from or refer to other people's blogs (which seems a rather tired word these days), if only because it seems rather incestuous, and because it bears uncanny similitude to the pop and roll story recited above. if we all check each other's sites, and plunder accordingly, the walls will melt and the cycling interweb will become just so much scrambled egg. as a result, i tend not to read the outpourings of my peers, all the better to retain at least a semblance of originality, and perhaps more so, not to engender feelings of inadequacy. everyone's writing and subject matter always seems so much more earnest and select than my own chapter headings.
however, the one thing that i know i'm not particularly good at - it helps to admit one's weaknesses - is photography. i'd love to excel at this finest of arts, and i think it likely that satisfactory improvement could be gained. but the more i know, the more i know i don't know, and time is just not available to learn everything to raise my game to the level of those who already practice the black art. we are well served in the bicycle world with some true visionaries and artists who serve to bolster our sense of individuality through impossibly long and expensive lenses. even if they wrap the latter in white bar tape.
of course, it does help a great deal to be in a more advantageous location for the subject matter that has prompted this diatribe in the first place. my very good friend, michael robertson, lives in san jose, california, and thinks little of hopping on a plane when the possibility of lensmanship may result from so doing. to this end, michael spent several days with the rapha continental during the last chapter of their 2009 world tour, and now that the dust has died down, and michael has spent long drawn out nights in front of two computer screens, the results are available for all to see. and i heartily recommend that you do, because one of these days, not too far away, this man is going to be recognised as one of the greats.
remember where you read it second.
posted on friday 7 august 2009
..........................................................................................................................................................................................................weighting list
much like a number of women i know, there is a subset of cyclists who are obsessed with weight. not their own, i hasten to add, but that of their pride and joy with its sleek polished lines of moulded carbon fibre and wheels of as few spokes as thrillseeking will allow. oft-times these weight-weenies, to give them their proper title, could indeed make more of a difference if they kept off the carrot cake with that double espresso, or the warm danish with a cappuccino, but somehow that is not the name of the game. that game isn't nearly as much fun.just how much difference the minutest savings appear to make was brought home a year or so ago, when carbonsports lent me a pair of lightweight ventoux carbon wheels, because they were too heavy. a pair of ventoux weigh a nominal 950grams, plus or minus a few grams. the pair sent to me had been replaced (to a weight conscious customer) with an underweight pair weighing 932grams, while 'mine' were 972grams. that's a difference of 40grams between lightest and heaviest. lets be realistic here, how much difference can 40grams make to riding your bike? we should all be smiling at this point, since the poor soul might have ended up with a heavy pair of tubulars that would have wiped out the difference.
the very same wheels were fitted to a colnago c50, itself not the heaviest machine on the planet, and a bike that spent much of its three weeks on test, being subjected to ooohs and aaahs when lifted by any passing civilian. so i can't help feeling that this obsession with minimal weight is perhaps more for others than for the cycle owners themselves. why there should be a smug grin of satisfaction in displaying that you have scoured the four corners of the earth and spent the better part of the gdp of a small african country, is a mystery to me. though obviously not to many of our pedalling brethren (i can see one or two blushes of admission in the background).
market forces dictate that whenever there is a suitable multitude willing to spend money on nothing in particular, someone somewhere is willing to satisfy that demand. many a component manufacturer has an entire research and development department finding ways to make better, lighter and probably more expensive, though now and again, all three boxes haven't been ticked with conviction. so, what has brought on this seemingly unprovoked attack on the well-heeled and weightless? well, cane-creek to be horribly blunt, with their latest innovation in the land of headsets: the aer.
by partnering with saint-gobain plastics, cane creek have incorporated norglide x2 (cool name, don't you think?) composite bearings, which sandwich an aluminium base between ptfe tape and an elastomer rubber backing. this creates a bearing that wieghs a scant 1.5g. in case this means not a lot to you, the bearings used in, for instance, chris king headsets are steel, manufactured to medical standards and encapsulated inside a metal casing, covered with a metal seal. composites and plastics are often lighter than their metal counterparts, but are generally not as hard wearing: the aer bearing set is reputedly hardy enough to sustain 450 hours of smooth steering.
just a minute - 450 hours? if you're even moderately keen on cycling, i wouldn't think that ten hours cycling per week is too much to ask, in which case, these norglide bearings ought to last 45 weeks. that's less than a year's worth of cycling before replacement looms, yet chris king offer a ten year warranty on all their headsets which, using the same formula, will give 450 weeks. the aheadset 1.125" cane creek aer weighs a mere 46g (excluding bits that you'll need to get it to work - so it's actually heavier) and has a recommended retail of $125 (£75). a chris king nothreadset of the same size weighs 98g - a difference of around 50g: in old money, less than two ounces. it costs $5 less.
do cane creek really mean to tell me that 50grams of a difference that ostensibly needs replacing once a year, is going to make me a happier, fitter and less gravitationally affected cyclist? i could achieve over twice the weight saving by getting a decent haircut. yet another one for the ministry of silly weights.
posted on friday 7 august 2009
..........................................................................................................................................................................................................bicycle dreams - a film by stephen auerbach. dvd release $19.99 (£12)
just the other day, i dragged myself out of a comfortable bed at the ungodly hour of 07:30am, got dressed and staggered down to the kitchen to make breakfast. after shaking muesli into a bowl, and adding milk, i put the cereal back in the fridge and the soya milk into the cupboard: it should have been the other way round. i said it was tiredness, mrs washingmachinepost said i was losing my marbles; unfortunately, i think we may both have been right. but should you wish to watch the extremes of both symptoms displayed on and off the bike, this is the movie for you. director stephen auerbach followed the 2005 race across america in an attempt to understand those partaking in the event, a fascinating view of human grit and tenacity.
having ridden the 100 miles of the ride of the falling rain on sunday, i know how tired i was as i headed for bed at night, but at least the colnago was safely tucked up in the bikeshed as i was about to achieve the same upstairs. those riding, in this case, the 3,051 miles from san diego to atlantic city, didn't even have the luxury of a good night's shuteye to look forward to. the winner apparently rode for forty hours without any sleep at all.
you may well wonder what this has to do with cycling at all: surely this is simply an endurance event in which bicycles are the innocent bystanders. it would be nice to think so, since those of us comfortably obsessed with cycling will look at the race across america and throw our trackmitted hands in the air. but i defy you to watch this movie without thinking, as we all did when bradley rode up the ventoux: i'm sure i could do that. unfortunately, reality doesn't believe us.
having caught up with a rider during the latter stages of rotfr, i enquired after his well-being, to which he replied that he was effectively running on empty. pointing out that there was no necessity to cover all 100 miles, he stated that having travelled over for the ride, there was no way he wasn't completing the distance.
so there's your answer. hardly any of us would actually take part in the race across america, but while most would view it as lunacy, we're all guilty of riding just a few more kilometres despite gallons of lactic acid in the legs, no water left in the bottle and the second part of that energy bar falling out the wrapper when the road surface changed. and probably because of this, despite watching the hardship encountered even within the first couple of days by many of the competitors, the film draws you in bit by exhausting bit until you're riding along with them as that missing member of the support crew.
what i hadn't realised is that there are time points all across america, every one of which has to be reached within a percentage of the time being set by the leader. thus, while it may be enough for many simply to take part, it's not possible to rein back and complete the distance in their own sweet time. with the main obstacle to finishing being mental rather than physical, it comes down to the support teams to coax and cajole their riders to increase the pace, to sleep when necessary, and to accept the vitriol that the semi-deranged minds fire in their direction. so that everyone is still friends at the end.
everyone in this running of the race has their own agenda and reasons for taking part, probably just the same as in every year since 1982, and likely on a deeper scale, the same reasons as you and i manage that extra espresso. or likely not. stephen auerbach has captured the very heart of the race, resisting the desire to make just another documentary: there's not a chance this could be split into episodes and shown on the discovery channel over the course of a few weeks - it's far too engrossing for that. generally, reviewing movies involves having pen and paper sitting nearby to make notes; i was too involved to write anything. i can't say that i understand why anyone would actually want to put themselves through such purgatory on a bicycle, but on the other hand, maybe i do. it's a very strange world out there, but for once, lance may be right: sometimes it really isn't about the bike.
bicycle dreams is available on ntsc dvd (all regions) direct from the usa for $19.99 (£12) + postage: bicycle dreams movie
in 2010, paul molyneux and three colleagues will take part in the race across america team event, riding six hours on, six hours off, and 30 minutes on, 30 minutes off over the six hours; only one rider on the road at any given time. they are riding to raise funds for prostate cancer research under the banner sharp4prostate with aid from sharp electronics uk. the eagle-eyed amongst you will have spotted that sharp4prostate are one of the new sponsors to add their logo to the rapha condor jerseys, and paul will appear on cycling.tv's innertube couch on friday 7th august, talking about raam, prostate and rapha
photos by chris milliman
posted on thursday 6 august 2009
..........................................................................................................................................................................................................world domination takes another step forward
probably around a year ago i posted an article featuring six adverts from one month's array of the cycle press showing the current state of bicycle advertising: six bicycles, all photographed from the rear threequarters, against black backgrounds and effectively saying - we make these, buy them. and while i wish not to enter the fray of the metaphysical, these adverts were a close simalcrum for the current state of the mass market bicycle, of whatever hue and cost. bicycles have very much become a commodity; both cheap and occasionally frighteningly expensive, but commodities nonetheless. granted, many of us have our favourites (guilty as charged), but i'm sure there would be few dissenters if i posited that the modern flavour of carbon fibre displayed little affinity with the frames offered by today's artisans or artists.
you may not care for steel as a frame material, and you might not even be bothered one way or another about bespoke building, but it would be hard to deny the raw skill of gents such as richard sachs, tony pereira, dario pegoretti, sacha white and their kin. and this is the missing factor from modern bicycle production. of course, no-one, least of all me, is pretending things are other than they are, since there is no way the demands of contemporary cycling society could be matched by the chaps with the brazing torches. therefore the wee chinaman with his pre-preg layup has to take up the slack. that this often results in perfectly fine machines that exhibit the gravitational properties of a helium balloon, collectors of which are known as weight weenies, is seen by many to be no bad proposition.
but of course, there is room in this world for a touch of individuality and artistry which the chaps in their garretts, garages and workshops are eager to provide. and in the manner of the true artist, many are keen to exhibit their skills, colours, lugs and unique features in a public manner. this has led to the success of the north american handbuilt show, as it travels around north america, but surely such skills are not the sole preserve of those across the pond? indeed, 'twould be naive to consider it so. and as if to prove the worth of this statement, 2009 saw the introduction of the european handmade bicycle exhibition in the congress-centrum stadtgarten in the german town of schwabisch gmund in may of this year. indeed, such was the apparently unexpected success of this event, that 2010 is already being planned for 21-23 may in the same location. perhaps when better established, the show may take on the peripatetic nature of nahbs and start to move around a bit, but in the light of its recent founding, perhaps that's looking too far ahead; we should just be thankful that the folks at 2souls cycles had the foresight to stand up and let others be counted.
if you're one of the hidden many in the wilds of europe or the uk, building works of cycling art, or even works of utilitarian delight in hidden isolation, you might just want to consider pointing this out to a few more interested parties. and if getting in the way of journalists taking photos of bicycles is your forte, then start planning that trip to southern germany now: schwabisch gmund is apparently in easy reach of the airports at stuttgart, munich and frankfurt, and easily accessible by road. to enhance the whole experience, there will be a programme of cycling events in and around town during the above dates, assuming you can drag yourself away from the morsels on display.
it's a comforting thought that while the big business of carbon fibre and excel spreadsheets tends to dominate the showroom windows, it's still possible to experience a smidgeon of individuality, irrespective on which side of the atlantic you reside. the bicycle is often seen as a symbol of individuality and of humanity in the face of encroaching technology; any opportunity to dilute this effect is to be applauded and attended.
frameforum.org | european handmade bicycle exhibition
posted on wednesday 5 august 2009
..........................................................................................................................................................................................................cutting your car use by anna semlyen. greenbooks. 95pp illus. £4.95
there are few cyclists who do not harbour an inner activist: the very fact that you ride a bicycle in the first place hopefully means that you're not committed 100% to driving all the time, and if you've gone as far as i have and dispensed with the infernal combustion engine altogether, then there's a good chance there's a snarl behind that appeasing smile. granted it's perhaps perceived as an easier option in an idyllic rural island retreat, enhanced by the fact that the village is only one mile long, and i only live five minutes walk from the office. that could likely be viewed as smugness even by someone living over at carnduncan on islay's atlantic coast, miles and miles off the bus route, but we can all make sacrifices or choices in accordance with our means and situation. but according to this fine, slim little volume, printed on recyled paper (what else?) road transport is responsible for 22% of the united kingdom's greenhouse gas emissions (a bit more than i thought it was, i'll confess), and if we accept that this is a situation in need of remedy, choices are limted.
this fascinating resource, written by anna semlyen, unintentionally came to my attention via argyll and bute council's transport planning department. on the second thursday of every august, the islay agricultural show is held in a field behind islay house. as time has gone by, while islay remains a significantly agricultural community, the importance of the show in that respect has diminished somewhat, but the slack has been taken up with the addition of side-shows, of which mr hastings, lord carlos of mercian and i intend to become a part. in order to stock our cycling promotion, we are in the process of acquiring posters, leaflets, handouts, bicycles (naturally) in order to promote trhe case for two wheels good, four wheels a bit on the unnecessary side. granted, this may seem a bit david and goliath midst displays of massey fergusons and motorcycle stuntmen, but jez can be really noisy when he wants to be.
amongst the printed matter that arrived in the box from the transport planning department, were several copies of cutting your car use, literature which had sadly passed under my radar since its last publication in 2007. placing it in perspective, it's hardly the pages to which you'd turn for an engrossing read during a ten hour flight to portland, but this is not its primary purpose: there are chapters on cutting your car use; looking at alternatives; living without a car and even getting active. this last chapter is perhaps not quite what you'd expect it to be: i've found much of the inertia preventing walking or cycling in preference to jumping into the motor car each morning, comes from the notion that many people would like to become more active if only it didn't mean using so much energy. cutting your car use interprets the title differently, referring instead to 'getting active' as a euphemism for early steps to activism.
this latter ideal may not be for all; i'm not sure it's even for me, but unless i/we become a pain in somebody's ass, there probably won't be much change out of a tenner. snappy little excerpts such as 'in britain, people travel by car for 61% of all trips between one and two miles', are ideal conversation starting/stopping fodder. quite frankly, facts such as these are obscene. there are very few people in the world, let alone the united kingdom, who couldn't manage to walk as far as two miles. it's easy - try it. i'm not sure that this book, along with others of its ilk, aren't just preaching to the converted, or simply providing ammunition for those who wish to preach to the unconverted, but if it manages to satisfy just a smidgeon of either scenario, then i doubt that £4.95 is too much to pay for the privilege.if you'd like to own your own copy for considerably less (free) just make you're one of the first to get to our stand at the islay show on august 13th, because we don't have an endless supply. and if you're under sixteen, and you cycle to the showfield, you'll even get in for nowt.
activism is the new black.
posted on tuesday 4 august 2009
..........................................................................................................................................................................................................welcome to great coffee - and no rain
i'd love to say that i have been shut in a locked room for weeks on end, planning every last kilometre of the ride of the falling rain, ensuring that signing meets stringent uci regulations, that all marshals are wearing the club tie, motorcycles meet eu emission regulations, and that only the finest bananas are availabe at each feed stop. only i'd be lying if i did. the ride of the falling rain relies entirely on making sure debbie knows how early to open for coffees, and francois knows how many to make pasta and pudding for in the evening. the rest, as they say, is entirely up to you. so for all those who were kind enough on sunday evening to offer thanks for such fine organisation, i have just pulled the rug from under, and pointed out the emperor's new clothes.
and i'm really sorry that it didn't rain. heads will roll.
fifty three cyclists signed on for the ride on a particularly bright, sunny morning in bruichladdich. even the wind was in abeyance. however, since several - self included - had already ploughed through wind and rain on saturday pm, the ommission of both from sunday, really wasn't too much of a disappointment. that's an increase of about fourteen on last year's entry, bolstered by the fact that a couple of chaps from germany ventured over for the ride. highly gratifying.
due to a rearranging of the route in terms of the order in which it was cycled, most arrived at ardbeg distillery's old kiln cafe around an hour later than last year, meaning less demand on the staff at ardbeg, and more cyclists being fed in timeous fashion. clootie dumpling and ice cream has never tasted so good. as this is the ride of the falling rain, covering 100 miles is the ultimate option, and not a compulsory undertaking: there are no finshing certificates, no times to beat and no medals on offer. so if the afternoon wears too heavily on the cranks, there is no shame in missing out whichever parts of the route you personally deem to be a gravel track too far. in the words of scojo: "if we're not having fun, we're doing it wrong".
so in the light of the above, and based on the fact that no-one was checking too closely, the first 100 miler home to deb's in the afternoon, was nick hunter, fine upstanding speed merchant that he is, and probably around half the age of the remainder of the peloton. brownie points too to the family who brought the kids along, and who managed to cycle from bruichladdich to ardbeg (we'd welcome more of this). i know of only too many adults on this isle who would be hard pressed to do that on a bus.
the velo club d'ardbeg peloton had a wonderful day and eve in perfect company, and we'd like to invite you all to join us again next year, when there might even be a healthy dose of precipitation.
there are a number of photographs here, here, and here, so see if you can spot yourself.
photos: jan reavey
posted on monday 3 august 2009
..........................................................................................................................................................................................................superb bicycles
in the course of fuelling my obsession with bicycles, i am not against visiting the occasional bike shop (the bike shops are permanent, you understand, it's the visits that are occasional), and with no disrespect to those visited, the decor is not at the top of my list of items to view. most cycle shops have decor that could best be described as plain and basic: i'm not sure that we'd actually have it any other way. or would we? in 1748, the english ambassador to france decorated his residence with flock wallpaper, a style now more readily associated with indian restaurants (in the uk at least); kitsch at its best. at the time, however this form of wall decoration became almost de rigeur across the channel. now its application (aside from the aforementioned restaurants) has become far more restrained, but still affecting the lofty heights to which it once aspired. but would you expect to find it in a bike shop? or on a casquette?
superb bicycles, soon to be of beacon street, boston, massachusetts not only plan on something approaching flock wallpaper on the walls (well, it's actually stencilled, but it's the flavour that counts), but an intention to retain as much of the victorian features inherent in the building as practically possible. a direct descendent of cambridge bicycle, and masquerading as the bike shop formerly known as boston bicycle, both owned by kip chinian, the latter property is currently undergoing a refit, and about to become (in a couple of weeks) the bricks and mortar incarnation of the current superb bicycles online store.
you might well ask the question as to what will be the difference between boston and superb. surely swapping the name won't alter the content? the mastermind behind superb, jason hollingsworth has the answer:
"we're more intent on having a very high quality store, service and merchandise, where local cyclists can come to get away from the typical bike shop. we'll specialize in fixed gears as we always have at both of our shops, but will be more focused.
"we have designed a studio where customers can set up appointments with specialists to help design and construct basically anything. i wanted to change the concept of the shop from a smaller version of cambridge bicycle to give it its own identity and make it more of a destination, instead of just the shop to go to if you get a flat in that part of town.
the store is very old with many remaining victorian elements which i wanted to restore and embellish. i felt i'd like walking into a store with chandeliers, fancy wallpaper, gold tin ceiling, and a velvet sofa making the shop that much more interesting and appealing. i want people to feel comfortable here and not only enjoy the bikes but also the atmosphere and service. i'm calling it a bicycle lifestyle shop
currently superb bicycles is a rather fine online store and blog, the former selling hard to obtain wool cycle jerseys from a bygone age, though these aren't of unlimited supply: when they're gone, they're gone. bicycles vary, but tend to be of the single gear variety, yet superb will stock the entire steel output from bianchi (how many stores can say that?), along with specialist machines by christopher igleheart, a highly respected and individual massachusett's frame builder. but it's not all fixed:
"superb will also carry commuter bikes from basic to extravagant, as well as all the provisions necessary for the daily commute. As far as road bikes are concerned aside from the bianchi steel road line we'll carry some select cinelli framesets. depending on demand we may expand the road section but will always be available for custom road builds and special orders from many companies."
rather fetchingly, the style and identity of superb has found its way into at least one of the items on the current online store, namely the rather fine casquette mentioned in my opening treatise. this is printed with a pattern reminiscent of the victorian era, but featuring a rather subtle bicycle design midst the heraldry, and emblazoned with a logo that can only be truly described as superb, in both senses of the word. i was always a bit of a sucker for script. this sells for a positively victorian $20 (£12), which jason is happy to send worldwide for an appropriate postage consideration.
now all this would be just so much window dressing if it were confined to someone's idea of a bicycle boutique with classy graphics, but jason has previously managed cambridge bicycle for a couple of years, has all the necessary competence with a wrench, and previously raced mountain bikes in western pennsylvania. all this and a vision, a combination that augurs well for a superb future.
if you're in the area in a couple of weeks, dropping in at beacon street wouldn't seem to be to too much of a hard decision. for those of us a long way away from boston, there's still superb online, and those fabulous cycle caps.
superb bicycle | cambridge bicycle | igleheart bicycles
posted on saturday 1 august 2009
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