“[…]No, yer dumb clit, it ain't rainin'. Where yer bin? It ain't rained for months.”

A mountaineer can tread firm upon a precipice and walk erect without tottering along the path, that winds itself about the craggy cliff, on which he has his dwelling; whilst the inhabitant of the valley travels with affright and danger over the giddy pass […]

Ther[idamas]. Won with thy words, & conquered with thy lookes, I yeeld my ſelfe, my men & horſe to thee: To be partaker of thy good or ill, As long as life maintaines Theridimas.

Every conceivable type of cycle's represented; modern stripped down carbon fibre race bikes, state of the art touring machines and humble shoppers, tandems, tandem trikes, racing trikes and shopping trikes, mountain and BMX bikes.