Can’t be bothered following the link? Well, a tweed ride is just an excuse to drag out your vintage bicycle, don your favourite deer-stalker hat and cape, and bicycle around the place looking sage and, well, tweedy. Here’s my steed, partially renovated (new bearings and cables, but derailleurs still out of synch) sporting a set of lairy bar grips.
I must admit I’ve neglected the old horse of late, preferring The Wife’s mountain bike. It’s sad, but once you’ve got used to fat tyres for kerb jumping and swanky disc brakes that actually work, it’s very hard to go back the old ways.
But back I shall go. See you Sunday!