When I’m not riding my bike I tend to jealously stare at people cycling around, it’s almost as if my parasitic leg muscles are prompting my eyes to look at the continuous motions of those on bikes as if to say “see, you could be doing that right now you idiot”. Faced with a severe lack of cycling in France I started taking pictures of the lovely bikes I saw.
Most bikes seem pretty old, but nimble and slim, there’s no pastel fixie one-upmanship or horrendous monster mountain bikes. Drop handlebars seem a lot more common than in the UK (non-cyclists am I boring you yet?) and cycling on the pavement is encouraged, something I’d never do over in London. Generally it seems like bikes are more tolerated, there’s no tutting or shouting from passing cars.
I didn’t get to ride any of these nifty beauties but I did have a go on the equivalent of the Tfl bikes, they’re pretty hulking so you don’t go that fast, but it’s quicker than the bus and pretty beneficial for the whole tanning sidduation.
