Precipitous.

Get invited to participate in a great blog. Immediately lose the computer cable for your camera. Ben's is with his missus. Great start.
However, should you wish to go here you will get an eye full (maybe even two eyes full) of photographic evidence how grand a velocentric life can be.

Is it noise or sweet sweet music?

Possibly the best part of SSWC10 for me was the drive down with my brother, Gonz. It was sunny and we listened to The Shape of Punk To Come at full volume for most of it. I felt like a teenager again, however without all the rubbish bits. Much like collecting a fine wine I've collected the deluxe edition that's been released this year. With the original album, the live record and the DVD, I'm more than happy.Want a far more ordered view of the record? go here

I'm delighted to be involved in this new venture. Benny is a kindred spirit and I'm sure this will be a beautiful thing. I don't think I could have summed up the quantum change in my attitude regarding bikes any more eloquently than beans did, so I'm all in like flyn.

So, before we talk about beautiful bikes and junk and riding how about some music to get us in the right mood? GOOD.

What are Dennis and David from refused doing now? How's about AC4



Also, How 'bout a 55 year old punk legend kicking it like it's 1979 again?




Riding bikes and music like this goes together hand in glove. I may not be fast, but I sure can dance.

Les Cafards

I first imagined this blogspot whilst suffering on a singlespeed in Queenstown, New Zealand. Severely overgeared, I was pushing my bike up the umpteenth hill for the day when it struck me.. my 'bike' focus had shifted. Funtionality had replaced form. Rides had become journeys rather than races. Competition lost to companionship. 'Radventure' was now king. This shift in paradigm could probably be attributed to becoming a Father. Growing a small boy with a big passion for bikes has had a huge impact on my life. The quantity of rides has decreased whilst the quality increases. Put a kid on your handlebars and the world really changes. Old trails become new. Animals bring exclamations! He laughs in excitement as we descend a dune that would normally not quicken the pulse. Outside the Supermarket he rushes to the bike rack to examine each of the tethered bikes, discerning not between bling and bland, concerned only with the possibilty of each. It's inspiring stuff. In this blog I hope to bring you a little of that cycling 'mojo' my son has helped me to rediscover - Ben.