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Friday, September 10, 2010

Monday, January 11, 2010

moving electronic house to

Is like moving house for real.

For ages, you're looking around for the perfect place. You dream up a tiny cottage by the beach with a huge, ocean view and long stretches of road with hardly any traffic. You think you'll find something in your price range and that it'll come up just about the time you're going to be ready. You start getting ahead of yourself and picking out the drapes for your new place and wondering if you should put the hammock in the dappled sun or the dappled sun.

Eventually, however, reality kicks in. You look at your bank account and wonder in fact if you couldn't just stay in the old place a little longer. And by the time your lease totally runs out, you realise you've been to sixteen open houses and you're about to start settling for the rented back room in someone else's Craigieburn Mc Mansion.

Similar things are happening here in this blog - I am, after some long consideration, moving away from Blogger and trying to upgrade life in helmet-land to WordPress. This is, for my skill set at least, equivalent to not only moving house but deciding to rebuild your newly purchased "renovator's dream" with negligible carpentary know-how.

So, the house is a mess, half the floor is ripped up and I'm about to have dinner on an upturned cardboard box table but you are totally invited over to see my new home:

BYO overalls.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

merry christmas

If only they made sparkle helmets.

Stay safe. And I'll see you in the new year.

Monday, December 21, 2009

I don't remember why

I saved this photo. Or what I was intending to say about it. I cannot even really remember if I "like" this photo. Or if I was just thinking Cinelli had this moment sometime in 1981 when they thought "let's match our bikes with jockstrap helmets". I only remember that I was saving it for no particular day for no particular reason.

Today is that day.

Sunday, December 20, 2009


Whenever I have been lucky enough to visit Vanuatu, I have always found their casual Franco-tinged farewell, "Allez Tata", to be such a lovely, gentle way to say goodbye. But somehow the Polish seems more appropriate.

Because sometimes - nah, many a time - you've gotta watch people leave your life. I didn't know you long, and I didn't know you well but whatever the circumstances I have to take my hat off to one fierce rider: Sabrina - helmet or no helmet, you're an inimitable woman. Ride safe, wherever you go.

(Image from the equally inimitable Andy White. Who makes everything on a bike look purdy. Don't fear that my photography has improved. It hasn't. I wait for the day when I will have a talented ninja-photographer sidekick who will ride along with me in my bike sidecar and he will take photos of you all riding your little bikes and making your little handsignals and I will just wave regally as we pass by.)

Saturday, December 19, 2009

the mysterious pickle

Like, is her name really Pickle? Does she ever laugh when she gets into one? Or does she giggle triumphantly when she gets out of one? Does she remove them from her Big Mac? Has she read The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle? Can she explain to me why this whole post is underlined and if I should just kill blogger and move on with my life?