Not riding up the Koppenberg
I don’t remember that much about popping over the channel to ride, watch racing and eat chips with Ridley and Bioracer at the Ronde van Vlaanderen because I was coming out of an opiate daze […]
Read More2018 © Augustus Farmer. STUDIO DES SABOTS ROUGES. All rights reserved. Privacy Policy & Cookies
I don’t remember that much about popping over the channel to ride, watch racing and eat chips with Ridley and Bioracer at the Ronde van Vlaanderen because I was coming out of an opiate daze […]
Read More
What can you say about Girona that hasn’t been said already? Especially to a cyclist. So I won’t bang on about the town here, apart from to say that to a Londoner living in a […]
Read More
There was a strong smell that inhabited the room. Warm, sweet, familiar and slightly burned. It more than filled it, defining the space – like a fog. I didn’t know where I knew it from […]
Read More
In a way I wish I had a map of all the places I’ve photographed people. I suppose in the bicycle years it’d largely be a map of the Alps, Dolomites and Belgium. I have […]
Read More
Not so much four seasons in one day, but perhaps two. In that way a mountain can close it’s weather in when it’s had enough of you, the bottom of the ascent was blissful and […]
Read More
In a once familiar pattern of answering the batphone to Specialized, being given a fly by wire brief and packing co-ordinates and cameras onto a plane, I landed in my previously native London and took […]
Read More
Another call from Specialized. Another solo road trip with co-ordinates and cameras. This time Belgium the next day for the building of Marcel Kittel’s new missile ready for the start of the Belgian classics a […]
Read More
Having been driven across Europe repeatedly as a child by my father, often finding ourselves in northern Italy, among the various road trip memories the reaction my father made every time Milan was optioned as […]
Read MoreNo Posts