New Zealand’s remote West Coast Wilderness Trail is something of an oxymoron: accessibly wild. It sounds nonsensical, but that’s exactly the experience. The Guardian’s journalism is independent. We will earn a commission if you buy something through an affiliate link. Learn more. The gently undulating gravel trail in the country’s most sparsely populated region is not…
Whether you use your bike to commute daily, for a quick trips to the shops or long rides to keep fit, having it stolen can be a nightmare. Here’s what to do if yours goes missing. What to do if your bike is lost or stolen Report the theft to the police and describe the…
I am a bag of meat. I’d long suspected as much, and a run-in with a car windscreen last year provided confirmation. It was unpleasant, seeing the inner workings of my thigh, but it reinforced my decision to take certain safety precautions while riding my bike. The Guardian’s journalism is independent. We will earn a…
“It’s a movement, not a moment.” That’s the mantra from Sam “Coach” Balto, a former school teacher from Portland, Oregon who quit his day job to stoke a revolution called the “bike bus” – groups of kids and families cycling to school together. How did one person in a mid-sized American city turn a weekly…
This weekend in Melbourne, expect to see hundreds of cyclists with a striking difference. Instead of the usual Lycra-clad peloton, these riders will be getting their kit off in a day of nude protest to draw attention to rider safety and visibility, diversity of body image and a celebration of low-carbon transport. Dearne Weaver, a…
The increasing popularity of cycling among the ‘aristocracy’ is remarkable. Among recent recruits may be mentioned Lord Zetland, Lady Havelock Allan, Sir Joseph Pease, the Earl of Camperdown, the Duke of Westminster, and two of the daughters of the late Earl of Iddesleigh. Heretofore the only objection urged against the pastime has been its vulgarity….
It was about seven minutes into my cycle ride that the first signs of addiction became apparent. My ebike’s “power assist” button felt more like a morphine clicker as we climbed the misty hills of Bucovina in northern Romania. Sergiu, my group’s guide, knew what I was up to. “Be honest with yourself – only…