Eurobike 2010 blog

Landing back in reality with a soft bump after floating in the frictionless, non contact labyrinth sealed world of Eurobike for the last week a few sharp highlights emerge from the marsh-green blurry fug that only six men in a caravan can produce.

“If it aint broke don’t fix it”, that’s what my dad used to always tell me. But some people just won’t leave things alone. I must admit, ignoring my father’s advice that I am a bit of a fettler but I don’t feel compelled to change something drastically, I just like tinkering with my bikes, a bit like girls doing their hair and make-up and stuff I presume.

Eurobike - fly to Germany, champagne and air-hostesses all the way, a car to the hotel for hot towels and cold beer, then on to the show hall itself via airship being served sausage and coffee on the dining deck. Then gorged with extravagant lunches and goodie bags full of swag by a plethora of bicycle companies all keen to get their brand new stiffer lighter more compliant products featured in the hungry cycle press.

Oh the irony. A rather sturdy looking electric bike with its electrical gubbins stuffed into the frame tubes like a fat girls legs in a pair of stockings. I think the marketing person had there tongue or possibly a danish pastry pressed firmly in their cheek when they named it. Possibly.

...something beginning with B.

Bikes, lots of bikes, enormous halls the size of football pitches full of bikes, every kind of bicycle you can imagine is here. If someone has dreamt up a bike it will more than likely be here, I’m at the world’s largest cycle show, Eurobike.