TracklocrosS Eliot: The Waste Land
Previously, I talked about T.S Eliot and his love of tracklocross, particularly in the poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky, we speed on bikes Like a patient etherised upon a table we dream of single speed; Let us go, through…
Why Does a Worse Bike Feel Better?
This mountain bike is better than this bike at almost everything. It has suspension, powerful brakes, a wide range of gears and tyres specifically designed to maintain grip on rough terrain. This bike has one gear, no suspension and a drivetrain that refuses to let me stop pedalling. If I wanted to ride as quickly,…
The Philosophy of the Skid Stop
The Philosophy of the Skid Stop Stopping a bicycle should be philosophically unremarkable. Modern cycling has reduced it to a small movement of the hand. A finger pulls a lever, hydraulic fluid carries the instruction through a hose, brake pads close around a disc, and forward motion is quietly translated into heat. It is efficient,…
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