Introducing Dylan.

The plan had always been to pick up a second hand bike when getting to Australia, and finding the perfect bike had been top of my agenda. The small matter of Helen and Mike’s wedding would not get in my way, and within 5 days, undoubtedly boring anyone unfortunate enough to be around for long…

From Claudette to Claud

    After the untimely demise of the much loved Claudette, I set about the unenviable task of trying to find a worthy replacement. My issue here was that I didn’t actually want a different bike. The Reynolds 531 frame provided such a robust and reliable structure, and carried the weight and strain of touring…

Claudette

Claudette was my trusty steed from London to Barcelona, around Ibiza, and all the way back to London again. Technically, she still belongs to my mother, who picked her up back in the good old days (1980 something I think), and cycled her on many long miles through France, Spain, Switzerland, among others. Claudette knows…

Miss Matiz

I was cycling along a road somewhere in Ibiza when I got the call. Sam had found the car. Not just any car. The car. The one that was going to take us from London, through countries yet to be determined or researched (or generally thought about in any practical sense), and eventually drive us into…