Archive for February, 2009

Buzzards & tee shirts

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

I remembered the choccy cereal bars but forgot to take my camera on last Saturday’s ride out of town. So no pictures. Pity because I spotted a pair of buzzards lazily wheeling above Crabmill Lane, just north of Headley Heath. There seems to be an east-west buzzard alley just south of Birmingham, as I have seen them (not necessarily the same pair!) over Hopwood, Earlswood and south of Knowle.

Oh yes, I got the gear cable fixed by the boys at Halsesowen Cycles, since re-opened under the ownership of Dave’s Cycles of Walsall Wood. Little Bob, my mate and tennis partner of old, lives and cycles east of Birmingham and tells me Dave’s is brilliant so they’ll be keeping my custom at the Haleswowen shop.

And, while I remember, I got back from Rome to find my London-Paris appeal tee shirts had arrived.ls-tee_0111

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Give me a wave if you see me.

Dodging the snow

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

It’s not good news trying to cycle on two skinny wheels in the snow so I haven’t even tried. In fact, when the snow hit I was enjoying the sunshine in Rome -sans bike! The Romans are wedded to the internal combustion engine so there are more scooters than cycles on the streets. That said, they do have a bike rental scheme, similar to the one in Paris, but I didn’t see much evidence of its use.

I took a walk in the Borghese Gardens one Sunday and did spot quite a few cyclists, but more families enjoying rides on four wheel cycle buggies, some power assisted.

Cycle buggy for two plus one

Cycle buggy for two plus one

Borghese Gardens

Borghese Gardens

Healthy Romans

Healthy Romans

I spotted one cycle shop on my walks around the city. Such a tiny establishment that the previous customer has to exit the premises to make room for the next! Waiting in the street was a most elegant lady, of a certain age, who was dressed to the nines. But her bike, oh dear! It looked as if it had never seen any lubrication since the day it was bought, the chain and derailleur completely covered in orange rust. I guess there’s some kind of faded bike chic thing going on in Rome?