Just back from my tour of France, Belgium, and The Netherlands, two weeks in which I saw more bikes than ever before. Here are a few of them:
OK This was still in Dover, with our touring bikes getting to know each other, and looking light and airy in their unladen state compared to the beasts of burden they were to become.
These two Bromptoms were there thanks to South East Rail’s decision not to carry bikes during the Olympics. They completed the 600 or so mile tour with elegance and style.
Before long our bikes were performing extra services beyond the call of duty:
One could even do withouth the anchoring peg in the ground, by working out the right lean angle, taking account of the changing load as the clothes dry….
The only problem with this set-up is when you need to pop out on the bike for some shopping…
Or to pop into Bruges to see the Bike Statue. The red scarves were left from an unknown recent celebration.
Of course we also saw plenty of cargo bikes, including, some quite old ones, and at least one very old one:
This bike is being slowly swallowed up by the earth, as a sort of reminder to cyclists who are too precious about their bikes.
For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
A Bikeride a Day 