Gnome et Rhone and Velorbis

  Residents of my fair beach side community, especially those of us who meet in the water to surf, all know Strat, quintessential surf bum and part time moteecycle enthusiast. Well, back when I bought my […]

Fire side chat

I know, dear rusted on reader, you have been neglected. I owe you some one-on-one time, Roberto. Please though, I must assure you, blogging continues, even if the posts have been more sporadic. To your attention […]

Girls on my mind

Since seeing a young lassie bumping along the footpath on an old ladies bike yesterday—no helmet, basket, looking so smug—I have thought about nothing other than ladies… or at least ladies bikes. Here is what the […]

Ride in all weather and you will be adored

A run of wet weather here in bicycle paradise, Newcastle Australia, has reminded me how quickly cycling can slip from bliss into misery. The architectural writer/cylist Reyner Banham found driving strangely amusing, and in the 1970s […]

Realestate agents tell architects: make space for bikes!

When I was an architecture student, we were often told we should pay no heed to realestate agents’ advice about market trends. Realestate agents only knew that which already existed, not that which might be in […]