Let’s face it; no-one wants to wear a helmet when they ride. We’d much rather sport a summery straw number or a jauntily angled fedora; or better yet, let our waxen, flaxen hair flow behind us like streamers from our childhood handlebars.
Let’s face it; no-one wants to wear a helmet when they ride. We’d much rather sport a summery straw number or a jauntily angled fedora; or better yet, let our waxen, flaxen hair flow behind us like streamers from our childhood handlebars.
In the absence of a vespa, a convertible porsche or a chestnut stallion, a bicycle is a wicked way to get around and feel the sun on your face and the wind in your hair this summer. Make sure everything’s still in fine fettle after months in the stable.