winter


Bark at the moon....

Several years exclusive night riding earned me the repute of being a vampire. That aside, there’s something strangely enticing about nocturnal riding. Swooping lanes with abandoned farm, church and occasionally military buildings taking on a very eerie presence, accentuated by the snapping of twigs and animals scurrying within hedgerows. The ideal bikes for such duties are crossers or rough stuff tourers for forest frolics or the serene beauty of a fat tyre fixed flier.

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