Bespoked Bristol – The Gallery

Last week saw the 2016 Bespoked handmade bike show in Bristol. Our intrepid reporters Jon Meredith and Shaggy Ross went over there and took a colossal pile of photographs. Here’s a pick of just a few of them:

Shiny purple accessories detailing on this ‘Mustard’ custom, by Prestige Cycles (Brighton & Hove) …

… and some lovely little details too.

Purple-tastic-ness; largely from Hope.

WE do like this neat internal routing.

Some simple, clean lines from Mawis’ Ti hardtail, with a kinked seatstay.

Bice has been going for less than a year. LESS THAN A YEAR, PEOPLE.

Ridiculous.

Nice dropouts made to use Paragon inserts. So you can run plus or regular sized tyres. Whimper. Less than a year, remember?

The Goodies get rad.

A slice of mental from Dear Susan. Mental which doesn’t recognise its left hand side.

So sprockets and brakes are all on the right. It’s very Conservative (see what I did there? A little bit of politics, laydeesngennlemen? Try the salmon).

KAPOW

Toad – insert ‘whole’ gag here.

Curtis. Some bikes look as good grubby as they do clean. This is one of them.

Oh, Middleburn, how pretty thou art.

A machine befitting the wild-haired, wide-nostrilled agoraphile…

Barney Marsh

Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome. He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable. Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles. He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds. He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.

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