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At the start of ‘Braiding Sweetgrass’, Robin Wall Kimmerer speaks of a conflict. The one when the children of Eve met the children of Atahensic. Eve, banished for eating a product of the land, came to see the natural world as alien, something passed through before reaching heaven, her true home. In contrast, the natural…
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Wireless electronic derailleurs. Ugly. Modern cranksets. Ugly. Fat forks to accommodate the breaking force being so close to the hub. Ugly. Full suspension mountain bikes. Ugly. Add a motor and are they even bicycles? In fact, forget the motor and they still look closer to a motorbike. The Black Bike has a modern crankset and…
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Grant Petersen’s Blahg led me to a New York Times interview with Jose Mujica. The central message: limit your needs to necessities, and work only for these. With our ability to create a vast range of “needs”, the market responds, feeding ever increasing consumption. We work too much in order to fund the consumption, and…
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That’s The Black Bike just shy of Bwlch y Groes (Pass of the Cross), second only to Gospel Pass in the terms of highest Welsh mountain pass that’s a sealed road. The view is back down the valley through which the River Rhiwlech flows before it joins the Dyfi. The source of that river is…
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The title is a line from Philip Larkin’s ‘Wires’. A poem in which youthful idealism gives way to adult pragmatism, age bringing disillusion. Relevant to this blog post? Maybe not, but I like the sentiment of the line, and I use bike rides to get beyond the wires, escape the everyday (before it sucks me…
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Term time is frantic. The holidays in contrast, a chance to slow down. A chance to let things proceed at their inherent pace – eigenzeit. In finding ways to live slowly, a look east is common for me. ‘The Abundance of Less‘, the latest vicarious taste. Not the eigenzeit-lite approach I take, but a document of…
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Down the road, close to home, in the village of Meriden, there is a memorial erected by the Cyclists Touring Club in honour of Wayfarer (Walter MacGregor Robinson). It was the destination for the inaugural ride of The Green Bike. There’s another memorial to Wayfarer, a little further afield from here, at Pen Bwlch Llandrillo in the Berywn…
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A week of warmth after a winter of wet that continued long into spring. Dried out lanes devoid of mud. Well apart from one down and away from the local brook. But car-submerging depths at the ford are long gone. Time for a change of bike – black to green. Since completion of its build,…
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*excessive admiration of handlebars not Shakespeare. When I had delusions of grimpeur, I rode a Gios Carbon V-107. It came to me via my grandfather in-law who mentored many up and coming Catalan cyclists, Josep Jufre included. The Gios was one of Jufre’s bikes from his time at Relax-Gam, where finishing fourteenth at La Vuelta…
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In ‘Midlife – A Philosophical Guide’, Kieran Setiya distinguishes between telic and atelic activities. Telic activities “aim at terminal states, at which they are finished and thus exhausted”; Atelic activities do not, “they have no limit, no outcome whose achievement exhausts then and therefore brings them to an end”. Telic activities are self-destructive, “….in achieving…
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