All Good Things...

It has been a pleasure to share my cycling thoughts with you over the last 1.3 years, but sadly I will not be posting any updates here for the foreseeable future. This is because of changes to the demands on my time, which includes learning another language and intensive re-training for a new career.


As I mentioned on Cycling London's first birthday, I really appreciate the comments and the regular page views from everybody, so thank you!

During the period of writing, I feel I've witnessed a significant blossoming of cycling's exponential popularity, in to a more accepted usual and mainstream mode of transport: Lycra not required.

Whether it is the affectionately-titled "bomb dodgers" commuting by bike, or the Kensington shoppers en route pour café, or the Brompton train commuters, or the triathlete trainers, or just me & others going to work; the rise of cycling commuters is very noticeable. I'm happy to have experienced that social awakening.

Artistic Cyclists Required

In September, Brighton sees a performance of the National Theatre's Bicycle Ballet, which is described as a spectacular choreography on bicycles.

The organisers are looking for cyclists to join in the performances.

Take a look at their site http://www.bicycleballet.co.uk.

Looks kinda fun.

Cycling Image

Interesting video talking about the changed image of cycling, and its increased relevance in mainstream transport now.

http://quickrelease.tv/?p=43

Another Little Poem

Bank Holiday weekends seem to come with high expectations. If it is sunny like it has been so far in London, I feel tremendously guilty if I pass by the rare opportunity to get out on an entirely free day off.

So anyway I took a pleasant little mood-enhancing spin locally, and all was well.

Parts of the ride, although urban, reminded me of this I wrote;

Gaining momentum by friendly gradient,
Exciting the senses to smiling radiant,

Think not of whether or when it will end,
Relish the moment, enjoy the bend,

Committed angles which make Pisa blush,
Adrenaline engaged, experience a rush.

Conscious green as hedgerows passed,
An innocent thrill, sustained to last.