Eurobike 2015: What the…? PART ONE

A quick selection of the things we saw that ticked us… Part one! (because it was cram-packed with weird!)

 The Orbea team arrive in style. Actually, the guy who owns this Lambo apparently can’t drive (he’s taking lessons though)…“No, get a pic with both my hands in. It’ll look weird otherwise”. Oookay.

Our Jamie gets smoochy with Andrei Greipel, who apparently is a bit good at riding those skinny tyred things. But check out those cheekbones! The Smith stand had its own resident pooch, fetchingly attired in pink. Just parked up against a wall, this ebike looks industrial, and pretty funky, but otherwise unexceptional. But what’s that at the front? Let’s take a closer look: Oooooookaaay. Well, it ticks all the boxes for a wrongun. It might work beautifully, but it’s got some moderate aesthetic issues. Make that severe. The Thomson moss garden ‘Specialist literature’.

Specialist. Literature.

Specialist.

Literature. A trike with a roof of solar panels. Elegant, and understated. And a bugger in a crosswind.We did like this Adidas/Continental trainer/tyre hybrid concept though.

I’m going to have nightmares tonight.

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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