This photo shows me relaxing, beside my friend’s bike, on the Col de l’Aspin in July 2010. On that day we ascended the Col du Tourmalet, the Col de l’Aspin and cycled back to Bertren near Bagnères-de-Luchon in France. Seeing the snow capped mountains of the higher peaks made this day’s cycling truly memorable - David Mawer (via email)
Sunset at The Lizard after 107miles on Day 11 from John O’ Groats with my gorgeous daughter.
What a great day spent on a great bike! - Charlie Stratton (via email)
Oh do I, oh I do love my bike. Her name is Maria Guadalupe the Super Sharp Shooter and I miss her silly soul terribly as I am all the way at the Salton Sea and she is in Peckham.
This picture was taken during the bad snow storm end of the year 2010 where perhaps most sane people would not have elected to cycle to work. Especially not from Peckham to Euston. Was a bit hairy at some points and so icy at others, that even moving ever soooo slooooooooooowly and keeping your body aligned straight above the bar and not breathing and hoping and sweating and praying you can ease your way round the corner…. would still land ya thumped on the icy ground and bruised.
But the journeys were spectacular, especially when it was dark, all still and cosy when cycling through the quiet cities steets and the park through fresh crunchy snow.
Though I do have a bike here too, which I got a the local Market for $20. I use it to get all around Salton City. And I used to get to work with it. See image two for a slightly different type of cycling. My ride to work took me alongside Highway 86 - next to thundering eighteen wheelers and RV-happy campers and pick up trucks speeding past at 65+ mph. The picture was taken at sunrise not long after I saw a coyote running across the road.
(And may I say one last thing: I may be unlucky but I have had two accidents where I was launched off my bike due to dips in the roads (one time by Burgess Park, the other by Aldwych) superman style. The first resulted in head injury and the second in elbow and forearm concrete
scrapes. Please Londontown: please get rid of dips.)
I love it. I love the feeling of riding my Maria everywhere. Its thrilling.Its fulfilling. And you don’t have to wait for a bus. May I recommend one thing that I believe is probably the best item I have ever bought? Overshoes. - Christina Lange (via email)
This isn’t actually my bike but I wish it were, then I could have ridden home instead of walking - Katie Richards (via email)
I treasure every one of my Art Bikes because they tell the story of the Bike Rescue journey, and because I’m one of the few women in the cycling world; its great to be allowed to be girly even when your getting older and greyer like me. Go girls…. - Bernie Cullen (via email)
Cycling with Grandad - Malcolm Ford (via email)
I love my bike because of wonderful long distance trails across the UK especially with
mates and made even more worthwhile when its for charity - Peter Swift, Leicester
Riding a bike is a fun way to get to know your city better! - Paulo Ribeiro (via email)
Cycling is without question one of the richest elements of my life. I find it impossible to not write about it. I owe cycling a huge debt for the years of happiness it has thrown my way. Cycling owes me a huge debt for the large amounts of money it coerced out of my pocket and into all sorts of cycling related tills. But the happiness tips the balance right to the floor when compared to the fiscal loss. This explains the reason why I write about cycling in the way I do - Dave Barter, cycling author - www.phased.co.uk
This is a photo I took on Christmas Eve 2010 walking across the Town Moor in Newcastle upon Tyne: the cyclist and the cross country skier who came up behind me - Mima Cattan (via email)
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