100 Words from Matthew Welton
100 Words from Matthew Welton
What I remember about physics is that each thing has its own properties.
Fit a bike with rubber tyres, you might get the occasional puncture but you’ll have a generally comfortable ride.
Stay away from the A-roads and you stay away from the traffic, plus you’ll probably get an uninterrupted view of uninterrupted village lanes.
A film that shows the everyday life of an East Midlands city might, when seen in an East Midlands cinema, demonstrate something you’d have to be there to understand.
Put the effort into riding your bike uphill, you get to freewheel down the other side.
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Author Richard Moore
Richard Moore is your typical everyman, he could be us, which is what makes this book so engaging. He starts out just riding his bike for commuting purposes but then decides to follow the entire Tour de France route. From tentative early attempts to ride a racing bike and encountering the wildlife of London to France and riding around a car park because no-one will tell him the route and then charting his progress stage by stage. Whether alone, with a friend, or with his family in support he never loses heart and his writing reflects his love for cycling and his sense of humour.
Thursday, 25 November 2010
circumstances. Desperately seeking common ground, alighting on Channel 4’s newly televised Tour
de France, a small spark of connection a fascination with the mountains, a life long bond slowly
developing between father and daughter.
30 years later, tables turned, frightened adult, standing at the foot of Alp D’Huez. Summit too high
to be seen. Daunted, scared, memories flooding wishing my Dad was here. 2 hours 14 minutes and
21 bends later, crossing the finishing line triumphant.
Freedom, strength, empowerment, my bike.
I first learned how to ride a bicycle when I was 5 years old in Uganda. I use
to ride my first bicycle named “PRINCE” everywhere I went to show it off. I
use to go racing on my bicycle with my friends
Later I moved to London (UK) and still used my bicycle everywhere I went
including at work only this time my bicycle was a proper raleigh racer with 6
Sunday, 24 October 2010
I take the towpath to work
Pass moorhens and ducks
Or glimpse the hungry heron
As I pedal rhythmically by.
Other cyclists gesture a friendly greeting
Come squally rain or soothing sun.
How could I envy those that drive by car?
I get my twice daily dose of fresh air
(cheaper than a gym) and whats bizarre
Saturday, 9 October 2010
Friday, 8 October 2010
Saturday, 2 October 2010
On the promise of a Play Street from sunrise to sunset
A ‘One bike fits all step-through challenge’
With linked circle of supporting hands
Momentum and direction (of sorts) from gridded Victorian Middlesbrough
Four left turns and one crash into a parked caravan later
I have not look back since
One long ride from Boro to Brooklyn from Sandy Bank to Santiago
Some pushes last a lifetime
The taste of fresh air & freedom leaves you wanting more
Sometimes with flies mostly with friends