And worse … how do you ride it in those pants?
Seriously though … how cool is this? I can’t stand how much I love this … this tricycle was part of an ad for a French bike/trike shop back in 1890 …
It’s fun to see how far bikes have come since then.
Some of my earliest memories of cycling are of early-morning rides with my dad before the sun came up … usually they were much earlier than I really wanted to be awake, and there were times that he dragged me onto my bike, but the memories are fond ones. Thanks, Dad.
Now, I’m the one waking up before my kids trying to get them outside to be active so they grow up healthy. They’re still too young for long rides, but walks are good enough for now.
I think I’ve loved Orbea Bikes ever since I learned that they were Spanish. There’s something about the idea of cycling through that part of the world that really appeals to me … so I wanted to put together a gallery of the most beautiful bikes I know.
These images are used with permission from Contender Bicycles: my favorite Orbea Dealer …
I think I go this fast when I’m out on my bike. Really, I’m nowhere near this cool, but I love this image because cycling for me is about speed and power.
So, while I know there’s no chance that things will ever blur for me quite like this, it’s how I cycle in my dreams.
This image captures everything I love about cycling … it represents total freedom to me and makes me want to ride off into the sunset.
I think the woman’s hair flowing behind her on her bike is the best part … that’s the best feeling in the world.