The Uppsala Vintage Biking’s 5 year anniversary was set for Saturday the 4th of September. To celebrate the anniversary the organisers had decided to do something special for us. They had arranged a train ride for all riders out on the country side, not any train ride. No, a ride with Lennakatten, an old steam train. We would load our bicycles in to a freight car and enter a vintage train carriage, just like they were back in the 1930’s. Now, that is rather exclusive first. How many tweed ride events around the world have included a vintage train ride as a part of the event?
We were a group of tweedians whom met up at a train station in Stockholm at half past seven in the morning. Guess our surprise when the commuter train rolled in to the station and was jam-packed with sleepy morning commuters on their way to work. That early in the morning? Well, no more with that, it was just an matter of trying to get onboard the train with our bicycles and belongings.
Perhaps it is a sign of living in an large city. But when 7 tweed dressed bicycle riders along with their vintage bicycles, one even being a penny farthing. No other commuter did even glance at us. Everyone was behaving like it was just as normal part of their everyday life.
Some stops later on everyone exited, so we were alone to enjoy the ride, watching the landscape swooshing by on the outside on our way towards Uppsala.
Arriving at the former Nymans bicycle industries in Uppsala, we met up with the organisers and other tweedians. The sun started to slightly warm the chilly morning temperature and the weather looked very promising for a great bicycle and tweed day. We were going to work up some heat by ride our bicycles and work up some appetite for the picnic later on so the weather was perfect with clear blue skies and a bit chilly temperature. But first, we headed to the registration to receive our starting numbers and learn some information from the organisers.
During the registration, I was asked by the organiser if I could help with the loading and unloading of all bicycles at the steam train and if I wanted to help out with being a Marshal for the ride. Of course, I would help out! I was handed a red flag, with I could stop cars and others while we were riding in the city later on during the day.
The time had come to start the ride, we all gathered out on the street and headed on our way to the station.
The loading of bicycles was easy as pie. There were at least 4 persons from the staff of the train that managed the loading of the bicycles onto the train. I did not event had anything to do, more than looking like a supervisor. After loading all bicycles and entering the coach it felt rather nice, comfortable seats, nice interior and as the train pulled out from the station, it was a great ride. Bumpy, slow, noisy and wonderful.
It was quite a feeling to ride a vintage bicycle while dressed in tweed to a 1930’s train huffing and puffing steam around us. If it weren’t for mobile-phones and that we all were using facemasks on the train it would been like a scene from an old 1940’s movie.
After de-embarking the train at our stop. We gathered out on the road leading back to Uppsala. As it turned out, they were making some road work on the road, the tarmac was gong revealing the gravel underneath. The ride became a very authentic 1930 scene for a while. Old train, old bicycles, cloths in an old style and a gravel road with pine trees on the sides. Again, it was just like an old 1940’s movie.
Soon after we arrived at our first stop at Vaksala church. The organiser told us about some of the history of the area, about the many ancient monument that exists all over the region, dating as far back as to the stone age. After the interesting guiding we went for a short ride to the nearby rectory gardens to have our picnic. The garden was a very nice place to have a picnic, to sit underneath the trees while eating, drinking and talking with each others. There were also time to admire our bicycles that were parked in the lovely surroundings of the garden.
After a while it was time to get going again. As we came closer to the city, the traffic got heavier and more intense. It was time for me to start work with my flag and stopping traffic so the parade could stay together. I had to advance to the front of the group rather quickly. Blocking the traffic, letting all riders pass. Keeping an eye contact with the drivers in the cars, thanking them with a nod, while removing the flag and advance onwards to get in front of the group again to do the same thing at the next cross road.
As it turned out, I stopped the traffic on the left side and another marshal stopped the traffic on the right side of the parade. It was a good system, the organiser leading the ride stopped first, I took over as he went a head of the group and I made sure that everyone was gathered, sometimes even rushing the riders on a bit.
It was great to have my old Crescent racer, that way I could really get some speed to advance. In fact, I might just have been a bit to fast and passing some riders a bit to close. There were some opinions from a tweedian later, on how fast I was going, scaring some riders. Well, sometimes speed is of the essence and I had to pass everyone on their side without crossing over into the oncoming traffic. .
Later on, we stopped by a park that had a lovely view of Uppsala castle in the background. It was time for some individual photos. The photo session took some time and it was a well needed rest for me. After the photos were taken, we headed into the central city of Uppsala where the organiser had arranged for us all to enjoy a glass of sparkling wine beside Fyrisån. That was really a treat, having a drink in the sunshine by the water stream that runs in the city.
After the sparkling wine, it was a short distance until our final destination at Botaniska trädgården. Sadly during my marshal work I had no time to take photos, so there are no city views for you this time. When arriving at Botaniska trädgården I was rather hot and needed a rest, but almost right away after arriving we went to the stairs for the traditional group photo. Trying to look normal, or at least not affected by the strain. Adjust the tweed, hold you bicycle, look at the camera and, everyone say Tweeeeeed “click”…
Then it was time for some socializing, talking about the day and having some refreshments. The organiser announced it was time for the price ceremony. Best dressed lady, best dressed gentleman, best looking bicycle and some extra prizes. Everyone I talked to agreed that the winner for best dressed lady was just spot on! She had an lovely blue dress with matching hat and looked amazing. Sadly, I was standing to far away to take any photos for the ceremony.
The organisers thanked us all for participating, if it weren’t for us, there would´t be an event at all. But what an event and great 5 year celebration this was. Riding a steam train, having a picnic in a rectory garden out on the countryside, having sparkling wine in the city by the the water. It was really a lovely and wonderful tweed day in every way.
The event was now officially over. It has become a nice tradition that we in the “tweed gang” were heading towards a restaurant for some drinks and dinner. Meting at the train station in the morning. Ride our bicycles in Uppsala, while having a great time and at the day end with a nice dinner before heading back to Stockholm by train.
Tweed events are so much more than dressing up, using a vintage bicycle and ride along. It is about the community, all friends that like to do things like this, along with others. In the end I think that is the real prize of a tweed ride.
Happy tweed fellow tweedians!