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You know when your mates come up with one of those crazy ideas, relentlessly plaguing every conversation with this mythical plan they’ve devised in the not-so-distant future. You feel bad dismissing it so you pay them lip service in the belief that after a week or two (or three) they’ll forget about it all and…
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I’ve spent so long deliberating over what to write alongside photos from this trip, and I honestly have no idea why. It’s not like it wasn’t fun or hard to recount, but more of a ‘why bother you with the detail’. The images do enough of the work that I thought the writing would do,…
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Before I’d figured out the name for what you now know as Hands®, I knew that whatever it was going to eventually be called had to be human. I felt that there would be no sense whatsoever in it existing as a bike club, if I didn’t acknowledge that it was hand-built by some imperfect…
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“What do you mean I need a ticket?!” Panic in the group chat. Uh oh, that’s our ride gone. “Jack joined the waiting list this morning and got one within the hour, just try it” Anyone would have thought we were off to see Oasis. “Why would you need tickets for a bike ride? I’ll…
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Green Space® based caffeination . There was always going to be something a bit mentally ambitious about trying to convince your friends to stand around a gas stove in the woods with you at 8:00am on a Sunday morning. And considering we’d never done this before, I think we struck gold. – Coffee outside is…
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Hands® goes to Northampton Before we joined The Crüe® for HANDS002, we were busy crossing the border – a couple of Buckinghamshire fugitives, ditching the grid-system for some good ol’ fashioned Victorian terracotta brick and mortar. Here’s some ‘candid’ snaps I took while riding/trying to manually focus and set aperture. We met Bill, Paul and…