I made only 5 commute legs last week, but on every single one I got drenched. Standing at my side gate on Thursday evening, fumbling with a set of keys, I turned to look at the rain drizzling around a street lamp, and recalled Blade Runner.
BIKES (installation view) cardboard and glue life size 2003 by Chris Gilmour.
Artist Chris Gilmour has created a bike out of cardboard. Rendered in fascinating detail, Gilmour’s Blue Peter rig brings a new frame material to the age-old carbon-steel-alu-ti debate. The question is, how does it handle in the wet?
Trek has commissioned a number of high-profile designers to design new paint schemes for its range of Madone road bikes. Check out the Damien Hirst gallery and lots more via the Trek Flickr stream.
My workmate Felipe sent me a link to an article about biking the ‘World’s Most Dangerous Road’ – which turns out to be in Bolivia, not at Elephant & Castle, as I previously thought. It’s added to the ‘I will ride this before I’m 60′ list.
Another bike-related find courtesy of Christian’s Colourschool blog. The poster is hand-printed by Cricket Press, and you can buy direct from their website (although, sadly, this particular poster is no longer available).
I like the mention of ‘Al’s Bar’ at the finish.
Do zombies’ legs feel pressure or do they ride without pain? I’m thinking of Tom Simpson’s final moments on the Ventoux during the 1967 Tour de France. Ripped on amphetamine and half a bottle of brandy, he demanded to be put back on his bike when he fell off the first time. The second time he fell off he was probably already dead from heart failure, his hands gripping the bars so hard his fingers had to be prised off by the Tour doctor. My guess is Simpson had long since stopped feeling pain on that brutal mountainside – his ascent was indeed the Ride of the Living Dead.
Last Wednesday I got in some impromptu spin training at the Rollapaluza Winter League in Reliance Square, Shoreditch.
Jas was along to take photos for the London Paper, and I ended up racing against Kevin, the LP journalist. We did 1000 metre heats, and I posted a time of 50 secs or thereabouts, comfortably toasting Kevin. As a workout it was surprisingly savage. After about 30 secs it feels as if every muscle in your legs is filling up with burning acid. It took me 3 days to stretch out the stiffness.
I’d like to try it again, because apparently it’s as least as much about technique as leg speed and power. Furthermore I had the bonk walking into the venue – a beer and a packet of crisps was all I had to get back on track.