My first vintage bicycle

Perhaps I have mentioned the first vintage bicycle I once had before?

If I have, well here we go again. After my military m/42 bicycle was stolen back in early 1990´s. I decided to pay the local bicycle shop a visit to see if there was any good bicycle there that I could buy. This was the time when vintage bicycles was just old bicycles, that old people was using. 1940’s bicycles without gears was not the kind of bicycles that people wanted back then.

Among all sorts of bicycles standing outside the shop I noticed an old grey bicycle for sale, it had modern plastic grips, reflectors all around and an modern headlight mounted, the price tag was about £25. after trying the bicycle, I handed over the money to the shop owner and rode it home. Just a fun detail, the shop where I bought the bicycle was an old 1950’s shop that was owned by an gentleman and his wife. My father remembered them from when he was a kid in the 1950’s. They had the shop since 1950 up to 1990’s when they sold it to a new owner who just a few years later closed down the shop and had everything removed. The old shop was all original from 1950s, including the old neon sign “Sjögrens cykel och sport”.

The bicycle I bought was an Panther, made in Stockholm in about 1942. It became my daily commuter bicycle for a long time and I used all the time, summer, winter and everything in-between. It was a great bicycle that kept on going, in rain and shine, mud and snow, all year round on its old tires.


One of the only photos of my bicycle from back then. The photo is made by taking a photo of the original photo with a smartphone. Today I have no idea where the original photos are, perhaps even thrown away

After a while I started to use my grandfathers old bicycle bag bag on the luggage rack to have more space for luggage.  The old bag looked great one the bicycle. In fact the luggage rack had areas of worn paint from the start, exactly where the hooks for my bicycle bag was hanging. It was meant to hang there. I replaced the modern plastic saddle with my grandfathers old leather saddle and noticed that the bicycle looked more “complete” in a way. That was when I started to look around for old bicycle parts. I started to get an idea of replacing the 1960’s headlight with an really old one. One day I found some handlebars with the old wooden style grips. Away with the awful modern handlebars with the plastic grips. Now it started to look like an complete bicycle. Later on I found other parts, parts that fitted the bicycle well in its dark grey paint with black details and golden contours.

Back then I was wearing vintage cloths, not to be fashionable. It was more an reason of having clothes handed down by elderly friends and relatives, “you can have his old jacket, I have no need for it any more”. Also money was a bit of an issue, so I could not buy cloths so often.

Nowadays I think they would call it eco-friendly, re-usage or something like that. But back then I was grateful for the old clothes, after all they fitted better than modern clothes. They had way better durability and looked way better, old shirts with huge collars and bell bottom trousers. Almost all looked good, the lilac velvet jacket with silver buttons from the 70´s that was given to me at one point, that was a bit odd, even for me.

A few years later after I bought the Panther, perhaps in the mid 1990’s. I decided to do an small adventure just for fun. I got the idea of taking a long ride in the forests south of Stockholm with the bicycle. Riding for fun, but also to take some photos of the nature with my old camera. That was when I used to develop and print my own photos in the basement, it was a fun and creative hobby.

I loaded the camera with film, I wrapped some bottles of lemonade in newspaper to keep the bottles cold, and made sandwiches that I warped in baking paper and tied up with some string. I put everything in the old backpack that I had bought at the old military surplus store at the same time I bought the military bicycle. The backpack was from the 30’s and reeked of an mouldy, damp old cellar. But it was cheep.

All set up and ready to go, I headed away. It was a lovely day, the sun was shining and after I left the main roads, rolling down the gravel paths in the woods, I started to really enjoy the bicycle ride. The fresh air and the wonderful smell of the forest filled my lungs. Now and then I stopped to take an photo at the forest and trees, or when I was sat an the cliff looking out over an lake, having a picnic with sandwiches and lemonade.

It was many years later I realized what I had done back then. Without knowing it, I had made an Tweed Ride event long before it even became a thing.


Here I am sitting in the grass, having a tweed moment

Many years later I met a girl at work who wanted an vintage bicycle. I had my old Panther, of course I helped her out by selling my own bicycle. Why i did that? The Panther was an size 26″ and was ever so slightly to small for me. So I removed all my personal parts of the bicycle and replaced them with other old parts, parts like my grandfathers saddle and so on.

When writing here about all my bicycles, I thought I had mentioned them all. But I forgot about the old Panther, until I found an old photo of the old bicycle. The camera I used back then is since long gone, sold, given away. The cloths was worn and torn beyond repairs. But the bicycle, the old Panther, that I sold is still around. In fact, the girl who bought it asked me to help out and fix it a few years later.

We decided to meet one day, there is was. The old bicycle that I bought many years ago, it was well taken care of and looked all fine. After some general service, change of tires and adding some parts I had laying in my boxes. The old Panther turned out to be a very nice bicycle that will be a great companion for many years to come.


The vintage black and brass ASEA dynamo matches the grey/black/gold colours of the bicycle perfectly!


A proud Panther owner

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Tweed Run Norway, 2019

On Saturday august 31st it was time for Tweed Run Norway 2019. We were so pleased by the event last year that we decided to join the event again. As last time my friend decided to go by car so he could bring his bicycle, he also transported my old Hermes bicycle for me while I was taking a plane. To be honest, I would love to travel by train with my bicycle, but the reality is that it is more or less totally impossible to bring your bicycle on a inter city train in Sweden.

There is only few local train companies that allows bicycles onboard their trains, all of them are only local trains. I could use my bicycle bag while travelling from Stockholm to Fredrikstad in Norway. But the thought of carrying an 1950’s bicycle as luggage one more time is just impossible. My back still hurts when I am thinking of my idiotic Helsinki adventure.


We are going to the meet up at Quality Hotel Fredrikstad after getting our bicycles out of the car boot

On the morning of the event we headed to the start, located at Quality Hotel Fredrikstad. We were one of the first ones tweed riders on location, but soon more riders joined us. It was nice to see more and more tweedians arrive, some on vintage bicycles, many dressed in impressive tweed outfits. A bit later the organizers arrived and set up an table where we would register and receive our participant numbers, just outside the hotel entrance. We were hearty welcomed by all the organizers when we registered and received our armbands and number signs for our bicycles.


The always dashing Mona @badhairgoodshoes


“but first, let´s take a selfie” the three girls had a fun photo session, even I helped out


The organizers and Mr B the gentleman rhymer standing at the registration desk

Soon the hotel opened up the doors for the riders that had pre-booked the hotel brunch that was offered us participants in the tweed event. We tasted all the fresh and tasty foods that were served, while there was a small jazz trio featuring drums, guitar and a fellow on double bass that also sang. They played old jazz tunes, a perfect match for the tweed event.

When it was about 30 minutes until the start, we left the restaurant and headed out to the small street outside. By now the former empty street had transformed to an crowded street filled with bicycles and tweedians of all ages, families trying to get the registrations armbands to fasten on their arms, couples having tea, others having drinks. It was an mix of happiness and everyone was looking forward for an great day riding around Fredrikstad. Even the weather, that was supposed to be grey and rainy, turned in to be sunny and warm, one of the last real summer days of the year.


More and more riders and fellow tweedians of all ages joined

At one a´clock the ride started. We all headed down the streets, towards a bridge that leads over to the island of Kråkeröy for a ride along the sea shore. It was on that route where I noticed a strange sound from the bicycle in front of me. It was a lady riding an bicycle where something was rubbing against the mudguard. She must heard it to, because she was starting to look down on the bicycle, trying to locate the source of the strange sound. After looking at her bicycle and tires for a few seconds I noticed that there was something seriously wrong with her front tire. I asked her to stop and went down to take a look at the front tire.

It turned out that the steel cord that makes the tire stay on the rim had of some reason climbed over the rim and the inflated tube was poking out in the gap. It was merely seconds from a complete blowout that most likely had stopped the front wheel shut. The lady said that she always could walk to the finish line since the tire was damaged.

I quickly got an idea, why not empty the tube of all air, push the tire back on the rim and inflate the tube again, but this time with less air pressure. I asked her if I was allowed to try that idea, of course, she replied. Removing the valve, I felt a large push of air, almost so hard that the valve flew out of my hand I guess it was over inflated. After the tube was deflated I put back the valve and started to inflate the tube again.

I told the lady that I would not fill the tire so much, because it was best to be careful with the tire. At that moment, the repair man came along, I explained the situation to him and after he started to work on the bicycle I headed along to join the other riders.


The shore line of Kråkeröy with Fredrikstad in the distance

After riding along on Kråkeröy we headed back to Fredrikstad for some more riding in the town, towards the park where we had an tea break last year. This year there was an new band playing jazzy music. It was local musicians,who invited us to visit the Kammerfest in Ostfold later on, an local music happening in the area. It was really great music played by very talented musicians at the tea break. Music while having a cup of Earl Grey, an perfect setting to have a chat with other tweedians, admire bicycles and talk tweed.


It´s tea time at the park in Fredrikstad


An old Norwegian made Diamant bicycle from Oslo…


…with an impressive luggage bag


The group photo was take at the tea break.


Time to get moving, riders get ready

The ride continued along the Glomma river, we were riding in the forest along the shore line on gravel paths to reach the ferry over to the small village of Sellebakk on the other side of Glomma. At the ferry station, the Kammerfest i Ostfoldband was playing music again. We were all standing by our bicycles waiting for our turn to board the small ferry, while we were waiting many of us took out refreshments from our baskets and hip flasks. It is impotent to stay hydrated when being active.

Suddenly I heard the band playing music by one my favourite artists, the Swedish jazz pianist Jan Johansson. That was really a surprise for me, standing there listening to fantastic music, feeling the breeze from the waters and the sun heating my tweed suite. It was a great day!


The Fredrikstads bridge over Glomma


At the ferry crossing I had the opportunity to have a toast with Pennyheartbleed


Live music during the our waiting for the ferry


We were about 200 riders waiting to cross the river on the ferry…


…we all were in a good mood and was having a great time


Look at those details on those Norwegian vintage bicycles, simply amazing


The small ferry across the river Glomma

Across the river we all joined up again and headed up to the old village Sellebakk, where we could buy refreshments, warm locally fish cakes and locally made soda. That was really thoughtful and a wonderful idea of the organizers to have an small refreshment station along the route. After all, the tweed event is not an speed event. We are supposed to ride for a while, talk, socialize and have a great time! Standing with a soda an warm fish cake talking bicycles, that is what I call socialize.


Locally made tasty soft drink, great refreshment for us sun-baked, tweed wearing riders…


…served in genuine fish (shrimp?) cooling boxes filled with ice


Streets of Sellbakk, only a few details tells us it is an modern photo and not a photo from the 30´s

After the break we were on out way again. Going south, in to the forests leading towards Gammelbyn and the finish line. It was on that stretch of the route, next bicycle incident happened for me. I was riding behind a rider that had a small trailer behind his bicycle.

At this event there were many riders that had small trailers hooked up behind their bicycles where small children were seated. Suddenly the rider in front of me took a narrow turn over the curb, the left wheel on the trailer was lifted up, the trailer toppled over and was dragged along the gravel. Because I was right behind the trailer, I saw the trailer topple over.

I noticed things was falling out of the trailer, just in front of me. I quickly pedalled backwards to apply the break while tried to avoid hitting anything that fallen out. Quickly I dismounted my bicycle to see if anyone was hurt. Luckily there was only luggage in the trailer, no children. It scared me quite a bit. But in the end all went fine, that is the important thing. After helping the rider with his trailer, we all got up on our bicycles and headed along.


The blue trailer that scared the living daylight out of me


Now that is one way you can use the luggage rack


Soon arriving at Fredrikstads museum and the finish line

After a nice ride around Gammelbyn we arrived at Fredrikstad museum and were able to park our bicycles and join the party. As always it was a lovely party with an bar filled with beer, wine, hot dogs, crisps and gin and tonic (of course).

The organizers had put up two large tents with tables and benches for the people who did not want to sit on picnic blankets in the grass. As last year, Mr B the gentleman rhymer entertained us with his ukulele and witty songs, he recived huge aplauds, laughs and sing-a-longs.

Later in the evening, prices was handed out to some lucky winners. One of the winners was Mona, @badhairgoodshoes she received an price for being the best spokes person for Tweed Run Norway in the Instagram community. Well deserved! Congratulations to all winners!


The peaceful after party in an beautiful garden


We had entertainment by Mr B the gentleman rhymer, chap-hop. I say!


That is one cool bicycle


Other parked bicycles just outside the garden


My old Hermes managed to stay in one piece this time, no broken pedals. The only sad thing during the day was that I lost my bicycle number card, that I use to keep as an souvenir. Oh, well. Never mind.


Tweed Run Norway, truly an bicycle event for the entire family


Vintage bicycles in the sunset

The evening came. It had been an fun and lovely day in every way, we thanked the organizers and said good bye to old and new friends. It was time to head back to the hotel! We were asked to join next year again. It is tempting, perhaps the trains would allow the passengers to bring their bicycles by then? We can only hope.

Thank you all for a wonderful event.


Back at the garage to stow our bicycles into the car

Where did the Pelago go?

Long ago, I bought a bicycle frame from the Finnish Pelago bicycle company.
You can find the old post I wrote, here.

The vision I had was to build an racer, somewhat inspired by old racers from 1920’s and 1930’s. Black frame, turned down handlebars and clean look. After talking to Pelago I bought an Bristol frame. Then I started to gathering parts from here and there, mostly there. An truly international bicycle. Some weeks later I got all parts that was needed to build my vision bicycle.


My finished version

After a day of building and adjusting, the bicycle was complete. The Pelago Special sure looked amazing with all the details I had got for it, first the glossy black frame, the chain in gold, all chromed parts like stem and pedals, the front break and creme white tires. Not only looking great, it was riding like a dream. It was first after a while I discovered a problem. The problem was not with the bicycle, it worked perfectly. Good breaks and riding smooth. The problem was with me! Leaning forward and riding fast for a long period of time was simply not my thing any more. Perhaps I was untrained (more likely getting old), but it should be comfortably to ride an bicycle. I did not feel comfortably at all.

In fact I did not use the bicycle as I expected to. Instead the Pelago was left standing in the basement, abandoned for weeks at end. One day I got the idea of why not rebuild it to an regular standard roadster instead? Complete with mudguards, dual kickstand, springy saddle and with the handlebars turned in a more traditional way to achieve an more upright seating position. I ordered some parts online from Classic-cycle in Germany that would fit and suit the black Pelago frame.


The second version, chain guard, mudguards. An more upright riding position

After that I started to rebuild the Pelago, from the cool racer it was, to an more regular standard bicycle. After that conversion I used it for a bit, but by that time I had bought an vintage bicycles that I was using instead. So the Pelago Special was left standing in the basement again.

One day a co-worker who also was interested in bicycles, asked my about the Pelago and if it was for sale. He liked the style of my path racer build very much. The look with the glossy black frame, creme white tires and overall clean lines. He told me that he had some visions for it, turning it into a racer once again but with a twist. One day in the summer later on we made the deal. Money exchanged hands, an hand shake after that he rode away on my Pelago.

That was when the Pelagos third life had begun. My co-worker quickly removed the black standard mudguards that I had mounted along with some other parts. The standard chain wheel was replaced by an custom made chain wheel from Bespoke Chainrings in Australia. The handlebars was replaced by an vintage Reynolds deep drop handlebar that he bought from eBay along with an old refinished Major Taylor stem.

The new look was really amazing. With few changes it became a different bicycle all together. Later on he asked me to help him with some details, I went home to his place and there in the kitchen, was the bicycle leaning against the dishwasher. That must be one of the oddest and cosiest bicycle workshop I have visited in so far.


Kitchen workshop. Notice the Reynolds deep drop handlebar and the refinished Major Taylor stem


Beautiful custom made chain wheel


Clean and stripped down look

He used the Pelago like that for a while until my he got an new idea. He wanted to change the bicycle from a racer to a more porteur inspired bicycle. He found a new made luggage rack in the porteur style, he also mounted mudguards with an hammered finish and changed the handlebars. The fourth incarnation of the Pelago Special has begun.

As for today, I think the old Pelago is still being used as an everyday bicycle around the streets of Stockholm. But with unique parts fitted to the former Pelago Bristol frame. Truly a Pelago Special.

Enskede Tweed, (sommarsvängen)

June 9th was when Enskede Tweed Society held the event “Sommarsvängen” (summer ride). This year it was decided to make two events instead of last years one event. Not only will the regular autumn event “Höstrusket” be held. But earlier this year, during a meeting it was decided to have a summer event as well. After all, exercise and fresh air is only good for the spirit. So, why only have one event? When you can have two events.

The summer event turned out to take place in the first month of the summer. Despite vacations and other engagements among few of the participants. There were some few brave tweedians that meet up in Enskede in time for the start on a Sunday afternoon.

We were to meet at the former Gamla Enskede bageri (Old Enskede bakery). But last time we had our start there there were lots of people with prams trying to zig zag between our vintage bicycles. This time it was decided to use the pavement opposite the Triangle church located 50 meters away from the bakery. It was a good location with an park bench to sit on and lots of room to park our bicycles on the pavement.


The old Hermes at the Triangle church

As it turned out the restaurant and outdoor bar at Enskede matbod had opened nearby. The first tweedians went there to have a refreshing gin and tonic. A few other came along on their bicycles and joined for a drink in the sunny Sunday afternoon.

After a while it was decided to start the ride. The route had been checked earlier, but since we were so few it was decided to improvise a bit. We headed down the narrow streets of the old Enskede, the garden town as it was called back in the 1920’s. Passing old houses with luscious green gardens. Fragrances from all the flowers in the gardens anc newly cut grass made the ride very relaxing. We passed the Margareta park, Enskede church and the English town houses. We headed then up to Skogskyrkogården (the forest cemetery) and entered it for a calm ride on Unescos world heritage. We were shown some back roads that is not common knowledge.


The narrow streets of old Enskede


The green leaves of summer in all gardens, the fragrance of flowers and bushes


Waiting at the traffic lights


Backroads on Skogskyrkogården


Calm, only the chirping of birds and the song of tires against the tarmac could be heard

After exiting the cemetery we headed down to an green field located among the 1930s houses of Tallkrogen. That is one of many areas created back in 1930-50’s for the people living in the city to build their own house an have a small garden of their own back in the olden days.

In the park we had a lovely picnic, shame about the wind. We talked, had refreshing drinks and sandwiches. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered on the sky and it started to rain. We better had to get a move on.


Arriving at the picnic


The style of a true tweedian


Stickers were handed out as an memory of the event, Enskede Tweed Sällskap (society) ETS


The 1950’s Tallkrogen shopping centre, that once had everything one could need.


Finish at Enskede gård, thank you for this event.

The ride continued into other old areas, Svedmyra and Stureby. Down to the Enskede field. One more area build in 1930’s. We headed up to Enskede gård, the mansion where the finish line was. There we took a photo and talked some more before we all headed down to the Enskede värdshus. Sadly they closed at five a clock. But we managed to sit outside and have a cold refreshing beer. It became a short ride, but we were few riders so there was no need to have a strict schedule to follow. The main goal was to have a great Sunday afternoon.

The event was all in the good spirit of getting about and having some fresh air, instead of sitting inside. Why having Netflix and chill when you can have tweed and bicycles? After all, the summer is nice with all green leaves, flowers and grass so let us enjoy the summer. Soon enough it is autumn and then it is winter again. But to be honest, what stops us from riding bicycles then?

Until next time.

Tweed Ride Reykjavik 2019

“I wonder if there is a tweed ride on Iceland”?

That was a question a fellow tweedian asked me some time ago. That made me curious, if there is an event on Iceland, there must be some information about it online. After some research, I found an Facebook group called Reykjavik Tweed Ride. The group information mentioned there had been tweed events in Reykjavik every year since 2012. How could I have missed that page before? It was then I made the decision to go to Reykjavik for the Tweed Ride one day.


Stylish chapettes

The first thing that crossed my mind was, how would I get my bicycle to Iceland? What way of transportation would be the best? I thought of all sorts of different possibilities, everything from posting the bicycle in the mail, or bringing the bicycle along as cabin luggage on an air plane. But after my adventure carrying the bicycle onboard the ferry to Finland in February, I shuddered by the thought of carrying the bicycle in a bag to the airport. There must be an easier way. After all, when I attended the Tweed Run in London I rented a bicycle from a company that had connections with the Tweed Run. Renting a bicycle worked as a charm in London, perhaps I could rent a bicycle in Reykjavik as well?

I wrote an message to Reykjavik Tweed Ride on Facebook and asked if it was possible for me to rent a bicycle? The very next day I got an reply back. It was a very nice reply explaining that the tweed ride organizer in fact was an bicycle shop owner and he would happily let me rent a bicycle from him. During our conversation, he helped me sign up for the event. It was settled, I was going to Reykjavik in the end of May.


The start at Hallgrímskirkja 


An impressive bicycle…


… with the most ingenious mending of an tire I have ever seen.

I have never been to Iceland before so I had no idea what it was going to be like. The first thing that struck me was that it was nothing like I have seen before. The volcanic stones, the nature, hot springs steaming in the distance, high mountains far away. At Reykjavik city I was surprised by how hilly it was. The thing with hills that it is nice to go down a hill. But once you are down at the foot of the hill, you need to go up the next hill.

In our conversation we decided that on the day of the event, I would go to the bicycle shop and collect my rented bicycle. Also meet Jon Oli, the organizer of the event. When I arrived at the shop we talked about the event, tweed and bicycles. It was a really nice and welcoming chat. Jon Oli showed me my ride for the day. It was an Belgium made Achielle, an classic single speed roadster. Very similar to the bicycle I rented in London. After some adjusting of the bicycle, we left the shop for the ride up to Hallgrímskirkja where the Reykjavik Tweed Ride start was located.


My ride for the day, Belgium made Achielle


Jon Oli, the owner of Reidhjolaverzlunin/Berlin bicycle shop and organizer of Reykjavik Tweed Ride, talks to a photographer before the start


The armbands was a bit tricky to fasten, but were very nice and an really great souvenir


That is one really cool looking bicycle

We arrived at Hallgrímskirkja a bit early, but already there were other tweed riders. Soon other joined up and joined the line to receive their staring numbers. One numbered armband and one numbered sign for the bicycle. The numbers had an reason.

After the ride, best dressed gentleman, best dressed lady and the best looking bicycle was going to receive prizes. By having numbers we were easily identified for the voting. When all participants was present and had received their numbers, we gathered in front of the statue of Leif Eriksson, the first known European to have set foot in North America, for a group photo.


The Reykjavik Tweed Ride 2019 group photo

After the photo was taken, the ride started. Jon Oli was showing us the way. With our bicycle bells chiming and ball horns hooting, we headed down from the church, down the hill, along the narrow streets where people stopped, took photos, smiled and waved to us.

We went down to the hill and rode around the city, passing restaurants and hotels. Of course I forgot to start my bicycle tracking app on my phone. So I have no idea where we went. But it was clear that Jon Oli had chosen an excellent route for us. No hills to mention, plenty of nice views of Reykjavik and an perfect tempo.


Along the streets of Reykjavik


Smiling tweed riders. That is an lovely hamper, prepared for a nice picnic


Waiting at an street light

The first refreshment break was at an hotel down in the harbour, there we could buy a beer, an glass of wine or have an refreshing glass of lemonade. It was a really nice opportunity for us to get to know the other riders and look at the our bicycles. After the break we were off again. New views and roads, but always the same majestic view of the mountains in the distance and the fresh air of the ocean.


Sadly I do not remember the name of the hotel where we had our first break


Sitting on the cargo deck on a Danish Long John bicycle is the best place to enjoy the ride

We were getting close to the finish line at Aegisgardur brewery. The brewery was open for refreshments and we could park our bicycles outside the brewery and sit outside with a locally brewed beer. Even the sun came out and turned it into a very nice day. Sitting with a beer in the sunshine and watching the view of mountains in the distance. It was very relaxing indeed.

Jon Oli gathered us and told ut it was time to vote for the best dressed gentleman and lady, we all wrote down our candidates on a small piece of paper and handed them to Jon Oli who put our notes in his tweed cap. After counting all votes, it was time for the prize ceremony.

The winners was brought up on a temporary stage and was given the prizes that was sponsored by an local tweed retailer. The prize for the best bicycle turned out to be the same gentleman who won the best dressed award. All I can say is that all prizes was well deserved.


A real gentleman is always well prepared


Announcement time for the winners…


Best dressed gentleman and lady, Spiffing dashing chap and chapette, I say!

In the end, it was an magical tweed event in a city that I never thought would have a tweed ride. The event was smooth, well organized and the route was perfectly planned. I have been to many tweed events, they has all their advantages and disadvantages. But Reykjavik Tweed Ride was in every way special. Small, cosy and relaxed. No to long, not to short. Just perfect!

After the gathering was over, the riders had started to leave, some of the riders were off to an restaurant in the city for dinner. I helped out with collecting beer glasses and putting things in order at the brewery. Then Jon Oli and I started our ride back to his shop, where I would return my bicycle. The ride went well, after some more talk we said good bye and I started the walk back to town with the armband still on my tweed jacket. Tradition says, that the armband must stay on until midnight.

Lastly I would like to say a big thank you to Jon Oli, a wonderful and kind man that was so kind and helped me on my first Icelandic tweed ride adventure.


Riding back to the bicycle shop after an perfect day filled with tweed, bicycles and lovely people

 

Here is the link to
Reykjavik Tweed Ride

Visit Jon Olis shop via this link:
Reidhjolaverzlunin