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Back and Forth
Left and Right
Day and Night
Function over Fashion
4 seasons on 2 wheels in the city
4 complete sets of apparel and accessories
Head to Toe
It takes two..
CC 4 CC
Custom Clothing 4 City Cyclists
Manmade or Natural Materials
Black or Light Shades
Stealth or Stellar Graphics
Flexible gear for all situations within your day, on and off the bike.
Designed for the silent confidence of city cyclists everywhere.
Cycle like a champ without looking like a cycle champ.
Stay true on two
Be fluid and sure footed.
Go slower and get there sooner...
'Man evolved with the discovery of the wheel-until he got behind the wheel'
This project is dedicated to my Gran, who taught me to ride a bike on my 7th birthday. A bit late in life you might say, but I had no desire to ride any old bike. It had to be my older brother's BMX. As he was sent away to boarding school in India shortly before my birthday. It was the best gift he could have ever ‘given’ me. Same year as E.T. same BMX, minus the basket sadly.
My BMX Bandit day's were numbered, as I soon after joined the same boarding school in the Himalayas. No bikes in those hills, too steep, and snow too deep. During our 3 months of winter holidays in the Punjab, I would notice other kids my age riding adult bikes with their leg under the cross bar. Desperate for some cycle action, I tried it and know it is neither safe nor easy.
By the mid-80's it was no longer safe for us to be in this region of India. Luckily my entire gang of mates in my grade were sent to an experimental school in New Mexico, where we discovered the complete freedom of living in a frat house at the age of 13. Experiment, as in the school had just opened, the few teachers had not done their homework, and we were out of control.
We tore up our beds to make ramps in the front yard, we worked at a Bingo parlor to make enough money to buy a Mongoose BMX, if we ever won, we might even get a Supergoose. We were quite the gang, our new bikes, new tricks, and white turbans. Soon enough, the other kids took envy and gave us a shove. The rest of the school year was spent on and off the bikes we had between us, riding the dirt track, fighting the bike thieves, and building ever-bigger Evel Knievel replica ramps in our front yard. A dream really.
The experiment had to end, and it surely did the following school year. I ended up on top of another impossible hill in Oregon, at an Int'l boarding school. Luckily, as I got half a head full of useful tricks that don't involve a bike.
I did notice, the times I would visit my parents, that they had these enormous ‘BMX’ bikes made by Bridgestone. Mountain Bike? I sneered. They were both keen cyclists I realized. Turns out, my father was even an early Mtn Bike endurance racer. As I had been chased out of Venice Beach on my BMX by a bunch of skaters, I realized that it was time to get some bigger wheels. At graduation from high school, my father rode his Vitus road racer 50 miles to see me graduate. That summer was a sweaty joy of cycling to and from my summer job, being race support on my dad's team, and generally devoting my time to riding. Oh and sewing.
Not something to admit to everyone.
At the age when I had no license to drive I figured sewing would be good practice. You put your foot down, it goes faster and makes more noise! Also teaches you patience, which I have needed every time I have ever driven a car.
My mother taught me the finer details of cutting a pattern, threading a needle, feathering the pedal, and generally thinking backwards, to achieve something one-off and hopefully wearable. I did not mind, as I was making all my own snowboarding kit, as there were no options to ski kit in those days.
A charmed youth, riding a board all winter, and riding a bike all summer.
I even had a brief courier job in Portland, to get my fix, but found I had to deal with the same people in suits as my previous summer's Bank job.
The following year, I abandoned the American Dream, and went to London to study. As it had all the same mix of kids from all over, that I grew up with, I felt immediately at home. I managed to bring my favorite bikes over piece by piece (to avoid the surcharge on the airline), and suddenly realized how short the above ground distances were on the Underground. Riding became more than a way of cheating time, and generally arriving on time to class. It became ‘the game’. At first, getting lost in ever-confusing streets of London was my only daily reward. But soon enough, the fog lifted, shortcuts connected, potholes were evaded, taxis avoided, pedestrians applauded, and the sweat turned into endorphin enriched adrenaline. And then my bike got stolen, and the next one, and next one.
As it seemed motorbikes might be harder to steal, I got myself a '52 Triton Café Racer. The game was on again, albeit minus the low cost/good health factor of cycling. I put myself up for an apprenticeship to design classic British Motorbike tailoring, cut in modern ski fabrics. 3 years of a biker's dream was initiated by none other than Nick Ashley, who taught me the dirty art of riding off road, and much, much more. Our time in Japan, thinking for the 10 shops he had there, gave me experience into the cult of two wheels that the Japanese celebrate with authenticity and individuality.
I ended up commuting to St Martin's on a bike I built up with a rusty tractor seat and a chrome tank, to study industrial design. I found myself bombarded by projects to design cars, as sponsored by car companies. I spent the bulk of my time, urging the staff to get us commissions for more relevant vehicles to our life in a city. In the end, my thesis was an over filled catalog of all the potential companies to approach, with Urban Vehicles on offer.
Thus began my official love affair with all things clean and/or quick, on two wheels. I called it A>>B. Quickest ways to get yourself from point A to point B in any city. The more I worked on the subject, the more I felt the need to speak up on the absurdity of our congested and polluted cities. I became an advocate of sustainable cities, as I believe the vehicles are a key component of any cities' success or failure. The project now remains vocal through t-shirts through to TV documentaries on the subject.
As there are too many technological wonders available to swiftly convey us from A to B, I always come back to the simplest and most sustainable.
1HP is all you need
I still love to cycle
I still love to sew
I put two and two together
I came up with two and fro
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