Of faggots and Fords

Unlike motorcars, bicycles take you through village centres and allow you to park outside at any interesting-looking drinking hole you encounter. Friday afternoon on my way up-country for a weekend engagement I stopped at a village café in the mountains between Montseny and Montserrat, where a nice but weary barmaid was serving brandy to some…

Daisy, Daisy, give me your serpent, do!

One of the proudest memories of my musical career is of a mission undertaken on behalf of the Dutch nation to a Swedish folk festival, at which a programme of James Last covers was performed to accompany the wobblings of a display team of penny-farthing riders. Some believe that the deep affinity that exists between…

Cross?

I met this bloke at around nine last Sunday morning as I was cycling along the old road from Manresa to Calaf on my way to the Aragonese Pyrenees. As you probably won’t be able to discern from this appalling photo–it was raining and I was quite surprised–he was brown and dishevelled, accompanied by a…

Botiga de Bici del Any 2003

La meva nominació: Mikes Bike Surgery, que es troba en el garatge minúscul de la casa familiar a Aberconway Road, Morden, Londres, darrere del supermercat Iceland. Mike es dedica a l’empresa fa setze anys, recentment amb l’ajuda de la seva esposa i del seu gos perquè ha perdut la vista. Ho fa molt bé –…

Jan Cremer: Amb bici fins a Jerusalem

Jan Cremer (†1942) va escriure articles (publicats en forma de cartes) per al Nieuwe Hengelosche Courant sobre un viatge de tornada amb bici d’Holanda cap al Medi Orient en 1937 i 1938. Va trobar a Hongria la mare del seu fill i va celebrar a Sarajevo el seu 60i natalici, i tota la seva ciutat…