A little more faith in the weather

©Barry Sandland/TIMB - Dutch national riding his bicycle, holding an orange umbrella

©Barry Sandland/TIMB – That slice of orange that displays the nationality.

“You stopping me is kind of strange because I left the house this  morning and I thought this looked kind of funny. I am from the Netherlands and I work in a Dutch building and we have a whole pile of Dutch people working there. But this is not Continue reading

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Cycling cafés versus cyclists’ cafés

©Barry Sandland/TIMB - The public tools and workspace at Brixton Cycles

©Barry Sandland/TIMB – Tools and coffee – essentials to a cyclists café.

There are cycling cafés and there are cyclists cafés. I have a thing for Brixton Cycles and their relationship with “Look Mum, No Hands”. Apart from being a proper cycling café, they have work spaces both for their mechanics and for the general public. If you are in need of an allen key or pump, they have it there, front of house, for any and every cyclist to use. Just put it back in the proper spot, once done. I am pining for the UK. I need to head over and have carrot cake with thick icing and a coffee. And I have been busy on eBay, collecting spare frames, some wheel sets and more. Enough to get a handful more bikes on the road – or close to it.

But cyclists cafés are easy to identify. They have a pump outside for immediate use. A collection of tools for free use. You should be able to rent a lock, if you forgot your own. Proper installations to attach the bike – not just are poles and fences. And, of course, fast access to puncture kits and inner tubes. An on-site mechanic is a nice addition, but not necessary for me. And then we can get to the visuals of bikes on the wall, cycling caps for sale and a few cycling magazines. But now we start talking about cycling themed cafés. Slightly different, in my world.

Long, hard rides are no cure for a hangover

©Barry Sandland - Refuge des Cyclistes group ride from Brussels

©Barry Sandland/TIMB – Wobbly legs and hard miles are not good companions.

This is Refuge des Cyclistes, a small riding collection in Brussels. I ride with them, sometimes, on Sunday mornings. Not a club. Just a bunch of people who like to ride with a bit of a pace. I am back from the morning ride and I can tell you, with certainty, a hard ride is no cure for a hangover. Oh, it will help Continue reading