New flyer attached to the left (click for big), and there will be no changes to the meeting place or time – Remuera Library, 11am!
We very much hope you will be able to join in the fun!
Nic & the Frocks
Out of the bleu I get an email from John over at Alliance Française Auckland. Turns out there’s a movie on next week down in Takapuna sure to entertain a large slice of our bike-friendly readership.
With Le Tour starting this week and Bastille Day a week later, France is top-of-mind at the moment.
Cycling tragics like myself can’t wait for the monkey-blood-boys to commence their three weeks of toil, and on many stages I’m as captivated by the scenery as the pharmaceutical and athletic achievements.
If it’s got a cycling angle we’re always keen to promote such events (and simply love French cinema), so read-on for further details…
Family man François Nouel (Clovis Cornillac) is the number one fan of the Tour de France – an obsession that costs him his wife and his job. At a loose end, François meets a former sports manager, Rémi (Bouli Lanners) who encourages him to take the plunge and do the Tour himself.
With nothing to lose, François sets off, always one day ahead of the race, attracting fellow amateurs, media coverage and cheering crowds. As obstacle after obstacle is thrown his way, and his family comes back on the scene, François discovers what is really most important in his life.
Screens at the Berkeley, Takapuna, Monday 7th July at 6.30pm … one night only …
Subtitled in english for that authentic european atmosphere!
Bookings for the general public are available:
@: Berkeley Takapuna / 32-34 Anzac Street / Free and easy parking
Ticket: $11.50 / +$3 with a glass of wine
Information : (09) 488 6000 / www.hoyts.co.nz
More information about the movie and the CineClub:
Following close on the heels of their recent frockstar outing, the Frocks on Bikes gals have another fun event lined-up.
Join this friendly group for a leisurely ride around Remuera coinciding with the Bastille Day Street Festival, followed by coffee & croissants at a local café.
Awesome, I’m tempted to frock-up myself, “now where’s that lippy?”
As part of the Remuera Bastille Day Street Festival, our next ride is coming up in three weeks on Saturday 12th July! We love any excuse to dress in French inspired garb, so dig out that favourite trench coat, scarf and some stripes and head along to the Remuera Library (429 Remuera Road) for an 11am start.
We have a gentle 20-min ride around the village planned, then can all meet at a local cafe for coffee and croissants. Mmmmm! It’ll also be a great way to meet other frocks and share ideas with like-minded ladies.
We very much look forward to seeing you there! Please RSVP so we can get loose numbers for a café.
UPDATE: POSTPONED A WEEK. Same time, same place, now on Saturday 19th July!
My bicycle obsession has rekindled an interest (obsession) in photography. It’s now difficult for me to go for a ride without a camera in tow. Obsessive Compulsive? I don’t “think” so, far too much joy involved in both activities, although I do get anxious when I leave home without my camera!
If you want to cut to the chase, capture the emotion, nail the composition without any distraction, it’s hard to go past black and white images. I’ve compiled some of my favourites below, all taken by me, and most are local spots I ride regularly.
Viewed all at once that OCD diagnosis is not looking flash, but on a case-by-case basis I’m kind of proud of them…
I lost a dear friend this week. A friend I never met in person, but it hurts no less.
Ezra Caldwell and I crossed paths eight years ago as bike-nerds often do, via the internet. He laughed at my fat-wheeled adventures and watched my children grow-up from the opposite side of the planet. I gawped slack-jawed at his beautiful photographs, his beautiful bicycles, his colourful friends in their colourful city. Half the time these New York domiciles were riding bikes, half the time they were dancing around naked, I had no preference. It was a window on a world far different to mine.
Across those eight years the dance instructor transitioned to bike builder, the bachelor married his beautiful girlfriend, and everything was documented on film and in pixels as only Ezra could.
Photography, bicycle fabrication, wood-working, cooking and writing… he excelled at damn near everything. This renaissance boy had magic in his hands.
Along the way he got sick, more than once. All the pain, the brutality, the physical and emotional scars of fighting cancer were openly discussed on his blog and through his photography. It was excruciatingly honest and a tough read for those who loved him.
Every time I lean a bike against a wall, camera in hand, I think of Ez. Every time I step outside my comfort-zone in the kitchen I think of him too. People like Ezra who seep into your life, delight your senses and influence your thinking are to be treasured, dead or alive. Rest in peace Fast Boy.
Take the time to read through the links below, soak-up his photos, watch the films. I’m guessing a little bit of Ezra Caldwell will rub off on you too.
Inspired by Clair’s last post I dragged Thing-Two and a friend halfway across town to try out Exhibition Drive and the Beveridge Track for ourselves.
As promised it was a cruisy 35 minute drive from the Shore and we scored the last park at the reservoir trail-head. There’s a dozen or so marked spots and some “creative” parking opportunities on the grass verges.
It was a beautiful sunny morning and I assumed we would warm-up nicely spinning uphill to the visitor centre, as is normally the case. We didn’t!
Although Exhibition Drive gradually gains altitude it is essentially flat, so the riding is very easy, you can’t tell you’re going uphill at all. Children of all ages will manage this section no problem.
Along the majority of the route you’re shrouded by trees and it felt a lot cooler in there than the weather forecast led me to believe. The sunshine at Mackie’s Rest was welcome relief and we warmed-up a couple of minutes before heading up the Beveridge Track.
While Exhibition drive was wide and flat, Beveridge Track narrowed somewhat and was a lot more serpentine. Apart from the last couple of hundred metres it was a gentle climb with plenty of room to pass walkers and fellow cyclists. Little dirt-groms with off-road (or BMX) experience will have little trouble and I think riders of modest ability over the age of eight will enjoy it. The gravel surface is in good shape with just the odd puddle, I think you could ride there year-round.
Adult mountainbikers will negotiate the steep(ish) switchbacks near the top without stopping but my 13 year old accomplices got caught-out on the hairpin turns. Never mind, by then you’re nearly at the top and it’s an easy walk.
The fabled Danish ice-cream hut was shut when we rolled across the car-park to the visitor centre but by the time we’d explored the facility and taken in the views the shutters were up and he was back in business. I saved my pennies for cheapo Mickey-D soft-serves on the drive home but they sure did look good, maybe next time.
It wasn’t a long ride, maybe 10 or 12km return (felt a lot shorter) but was well worth the drive across town. Riding in the forest on a groomed trail with no roots, rocks, mud or steep hills is great fun and won’t put the young ones off mountainbiking for life. I need to get back there with my eight year old daughter and some of her mates, it’ll be just perfect.