Curses and glory
Oh curses a cloudy, glary sky and the limits of my phone camera – between them they have produced some photos that definitely do not do justice to this gorgeous pair of bikes (and matching riders). But glory be to the very existence of such a stylish pair of people, and their love of the small wheeled bike.
Picture this: after an hour of running errands on my bike, which concludes with me huffing and puffing over Richmond hill into the north wind, I’m feeling a bit tired and over it when I remember I have to go to the ATM. Blast! Johnston Street detour. Slipping up the footpath past the supermarket I am distracted by some fabulous yellow tights stepping out ahead of me. Fabulous yellow tights worn by a fabulous stylish woman, who walks up to a matchingly fabulously stylish man. I forget my huffy puffy mood and say a private little thank you that I live in a suburb where I can stumble upon such style and grace on the way to the bank. Then I see their bikes.
His is a Moulton (I think – though I thought it also had a Malvern Star decal) apparently a very early small wheeled model. It has back pedal breaks, suspension and a two gear system that seems to be operated by a combination of pedal action and magic. Never seen anything like it.
I really wish I had taken more time to get some detailed shots, but I was too busy yakking away about the love of retro small wheeled bikes. I think I have found my people!