#bicycle — Public Fediverse posts
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https://www.cyclingeu.com/944640/first-tracks-apres-snowshoe-pack-3/ First Tracks (après Snowshoe pack) #Bicycle #Bike #FatBicycle #FatBike
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https://www.cyclingeu.com/944632/first-trip-on-my-new-c-line-320km-over-5-days-in-southern-netherlands/ First trip on my new c line – 320km over 5 days in Southern Netherlands #Bicycle #Bicycling #Bike #Biking #BromptonBicycle #BromptonBike #BromptonFoldingBicycle #BromptonFoldingBike #Cycling #FoldingBicycle #FoldingBike
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New e-bike delivers 150 Nm and 800 Wh as DJI Avinox mid-drive motor outshines Bosch
ⓘ Steppenwolf The Tycoon 11 is a new high-end e-bike Bosch pales by comparison: A new e-bike promises…
#Germany #DE #Europe #EU #Europa #Bosch #benchmarks #bicycle #e-bike #e-mobility #electricbicycle #graphicscard #laptop #launch #netbook #notebook #processor #Reports #review #Reviews #RobertBosch #SteppenwolfTycoon11 #test #tests
https://www.europesays.com/germany/81572/ -
https://www.cyclingeu.com/944557/hoje-estava-no-modo-dificil/ Hoje estava no modo difícil #Bicycle #Bike #FatBicycle #FatBike
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https://www.cyclingeu.com/944553/recently-bought-a-grizl-cf-7-esc-loving-my-first-serious-gravel-bike/ Recently bought a Grizl CF 7 ESC, loving my first serious gravel bike! #Bicycle #Bicycling #Bike #Biking #CanyonBicycles #CanyonBikes #Cycling
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https://www.cyclingeu.com/944483/nbd-handmade-in-kyoto-japan/ NBD! Handmade in Kyoto, Japan #Bicycle #Bike #BikePorn #Bikeporn
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https://www.cyclingeu.com/944467/bikepacking-irelands-atlantic-coast-was-wild/ Bikepacking Ireland’s Atlantic Coast was WILD #㈋ #㈣ #6264 #AdventureCycling #BearaWay #Bicycle(productCategory) #Bicycling #BicyclingIreland #Bike #BikeTouring #Bikepacking #bikes #Biking #CahaPass #Cycling #cyclist #GCN #GcnCycling #GlobalCyclingNetwork #GravelRiding #Ireland #KenmareGCN #MarcusChristie #n1 #Pinarello #RoadBike #RoadCycling #SecFeature #sports #WildAtlanticWay #Ղ #ፕ15 #ଙ #ិ #㉲ #ザ #㊘ #㉉ #ꗶ #ꚢ #ꚺ #𑢻
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https://www.cyclingeu.com/944417/azzurri-forza-road-bike-550-aud/ Azzurri Forza Road Bike – $550 AUD #Bicycle #Bike #RightForMe #WhichBicycle #WhichBicycleIsRightForMe #WhichBike #WhichBikeIsRightForMe
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New Cube e-bike launches with 120 Nm Bosch motor, 800 Wh battery, and full commuter kit
ⓘ Cube Full suspension, full features: The Stereo Hybrid ONE22 SLX 800 FE 2027 Designed as an all-rounder,…
#Germany #DE #Europe #EU #Europa #Bosch #benchmarks #bicycle #CubeStereoHybridONE22SLX800FE2027 #e-bike #e-mobility #graphicscard #laptop #launch #netbook #notebook #processor #Reports #review #Reviews #RobertBosch #test #tests
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https://www.cyclingeu.com/944347/what-is-a-fair-price-to-charge-for-these-bikes/ What is a fair price to charge for these bikes? #Bicycle #Bike #RightForMe #WhichBicycle #WhichBicycleIsRightForMe #WhichBike #WhichBikeIsRightForMe
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https://www.cyclingeu.com/944345/new-bike-day-not-sure-if-i-made-the-right-decision/ New Bike Day, not sure if I made the right decision. #Bicycle #BicycleMotocross #Bicycling #Bike #Biking #BMX #Cycling
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Fat Tire Brakes Get Wireless Upgrade
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://hackaday.com/2026/08/29/fat-tire-brakes-get-wireless-upgrade/
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Fat Tire Brakes Get Wireless Upgrade
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://hackaday.com/2026/08/29/fat-tire-brakes-get-wireless-upgrade/
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Fat Tire Brakes Get Wireless Upgrade
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://hackaday.com/2026/08/29/fat-tire-brakes-get-wireless-upgrade/
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Today was the Fort Collins Tour De Fat. The only other city that has this event is Asheville, NC. Both cities have New Belgium brand breweries.
A guy standing near me said to his friends, “Halloween is nothing in this town. This is something else.” Attendance is free, and open to any costumed bicycle rider. Roller skates and skateboards welcome.
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Today was the Fort Collins Tour De Fat. The only other city that has this event is Asheville, NC. Both cities have New Belgium brand breweries.
A guy standing near me said to his friends, “Halloween is nothing in this town. This is something else.” Attendance is free, and open to any costumed bicycle rider. Roller skates and skateboards welcome.
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#ShortBreak #shorts #DoomScrollBreak #bike #biking #bicycle #cycling #hellodimeji
...when they spread their wings, we need to let them fly... 🥹 🥹 🥹
❤️ 🚴♀️ 🚴♂️ 🚴 ❤️
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#ShortBreak #shorts #DoomScrollBreak #bike #biking #bicycle #cycling #hellodimeji
...when they spread their wings, we need to let them fly... 🥹 🥹 🥹
❤️ 🚴♀️ 🚴♂️ 🚴 ❤️
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#ShortBreak #shorts #DoomScrollBreak #bike #biking #bicycle #cycling #hellodimeji
...when they spread their wings, we need to let them fly... 🥹 🥹 🥹
❤️ 🚴♀️ 🚴♂️ 🚴 ❤️
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#ShortBreak #shorts #DoomScrollBreak #bike #biking #bicycle #cycling #hellodimeji
...when they spread their wings, we need to let them fly... 🥹 🥹 🥹
❤️ 🚴♀️ 🚴♂️ 🚴 ❤️
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[Note: I wrote this in 2014. Recently rediscovered in my Evernote]
One day I put the Serotta
In the basement
and turned my attention
to motorcycles and photography.In a blink, days became weeks,
became months
became seasons
became years of dust
settling on the bike
as I sought other pursuits.And then the midlife came
bringing with it a whole slew of
existential questions
fifteen extra pounds
and the fear that the end
was closer than the beginning.It was right around then
when an idea stirred.
A seed planted by a friend.
And then one fine day
the Serotta was dusted off
clinchers filled with air
water bottles filled
and old Lycra stretched
and prodded into position.Those first pedal strokes
were like coming home
So instinctive so natural.
An old friend that you
haven’t seen in years
yet you don’t miss a beat.The years melted with every mile
and there were no cycle computers
or other riders to remind me
that I was an older, fatter, and slower
version of myself.Who cares that I barely touched the big ring
and reached my modest
VO2max and heart rate max
on the slightest inclines,
and that the creak in the bottom bracket
had not, in all those years,
automagically fixed itself.It did not matter.
I was back in my bike zen zone.
Where all that exists is the now
and the next 20 meters of pavement.
Spinning until the lungs
ran out off puff and then
Pushing a bigger gear until the legs
threatened to cramp.Spin. Push. Repeat.
And then my Achilles’ tendon,
whom I’ve never spoken with before
introduced itself and said,
“Hello, I’m your Achilles’ tendon.
It’s been years since you’ve used me like this.
So please take it easy and we’ll be just fine.”It was a reasonable request.
I eased up and enjoyed
the pure and simple joy
of riding a bike.Later that evening my legs tingled
with that feeling of a day well-pedaled.
I felt energized, revived, reborn.I could easily fall in love with cycling
all over again.[Post script: I have]
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[Note: I wrote this in 2014. Recently rediscovered in my Evernote]
One day I put the Serotta
In the basement
and turned my attention
to motorcycles and photography.In a blink, days became weeks,
became months
became seasons
became years of dust
settling on the bike
as I sought other pursuits.And then the midlife came
bringing with it a whole slew of
existential questions
fifteen extra pounds
and the fear that the end
was closer than the beginning.It was right around then
when an idea stirred.
A seed planted by a friend.
And then one fine day
the Serotta was dusted off
clinchers filled with air
water bottles filled
and old Lycra stretched
and prodded into position.Those first pedal strokes
were like coming home
So instinctive so natural.
An old friend that you
haven’t seen in years
yet you don’t miss a beat.The years melted with every mile
and there were no cycle computers
or other riders to remind me
that I was an older, fatter, and slower
version of myself.Who cares that I barely touched the big ring
and reached my modest
VO2max and heart rate max
on the slightest inclines,
and that the creak in the bottom bracket
had not, in all those years,
automagically fixed itself.It did not matter.
I was back in my bike zen zone.
Where all that exists is the now
and the next 20 meters of pavement.
Spinning until the lungs
ran out off puff and then
Pushing a bigger gear until the legs
threatened to cramp.Spin. Push. Repeat.
And then my Achilles’ tendon,
whom I’ve never spoken with before
introduced itself and said,
“Hello, I’m your Achilles’ tendon.
It’s been years since you’ve used me like this.
So please take it easy and we’ll be just fine.”It was a reasonable request.
I eased up and enjoyed
the pure and simple joy
of riding a bike.Later that evening my legs tingled
with that feeling of a day well-pedaled.
I felt energized, revived, reborn.I could easily fall in love with cycling
all over again.[Post script: I have]
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[Note: I wrote this in 2014. Recently rediscovered in my Evernote]
One day I put the Serotta
In the basement
and turned my attention
to motorcycles and photography.In a blink, days became weeks,
became months
became seasons
became years of dust
settling on the bike
as I sought other pursuits.And then the midlife came
bringing with it a whole slew of
existential questions
fifteen extra pounds
and the fear that the end
was closer than the beginning.It was right around then
when an idea stirred.
A seed planted by a friend.
And then one fine day
the Serotta was dusted off
clinchers filled with air
water bottles filled
and old Lycra stretched
and prodded into position.Those first pedal strokes
were like coming home
So instinctive so natural.
An old friend that you
haven’t seen in years
yet you don’t miss a beat.The years melted with every mile
and there were no cycle computers
or other riders to remind me
that I was an older, fatter, and slower
version of myself.Who cares that I barely touched the big ring
and reached my modest
VO2max and heart rate max
on the slightest inclines,
and that the creak in the bottom bracket
had not, in all those years,
automagically fixed itself.It did not matter.
I was back in my bike zen zone.
Where all that exists is the now
and the next 20 meters of pavement.
Spinning until the lungs
ran out off puff and then
Pushing a bigger gear until the legs
threatened to cramp.Spin. Push. Repeat.
And then my Achilles’ tendon,
whom I’ve never spoken with before
introduced itself and said,
“Hello, I’m your Achilles’ tendon.
It’s been years since you’ve used me like this.
So please take it easy and we’ll be just fine.”It was a reasonable request.
I eased up and enjoyed
the pure and simple joy
of riding a bike.Later that evening my legs tingled
with that feeling of a day well-pedaled.
I felt energized, revived, reborn.I could easily fall in love with cycling
all over again.[Post script: I have]
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[Note: I wrote this in 2014. Recently rediscovered in my Evernote]
One day I put the Serotta
In the basement
and turned my attention
to motorcycles and photography.In a blink, days became weeks,
became months
became seasons
became years of dust
settling on the bike
as I sought other pursuits.And then the midlife came
bringing with it a whole slew of
existential questions
fifteen extra pounds
and the fear that the end
was closer than the beginning.It was right around then
when an idea stirred.
A seed planted by a friend.
And then one fine day
the Serotta was dusted off
clinchers filled with air
water bottles filled
and old Lycra stretched
and prodded into position.Those first pedal strokes
were like coming home
So instinctive so natural.
An old friend that you
haven’t seen in years
yet you don’t miss a beat.The years melted with every mile
and there were no cycle computers
or other riders to remind me
that I was an older, fatter, and slower
version of myself.Who cares that I barely touched the big ring
and reached my modest
VO2max and heart rate max
on the slightest inclines,
and that the creak in the bottom bracket
had not, in all those years,
automagically fixed itself.It did not matter.
I was back in my bike zen zone.
Where all that exists is the now
and the next 20 meters of pavement.
Spinning until the lungs
ran out off puff and then
Pushing a bigger gear until the legs
threatened to cramp.Spin. Push. Repeat.
And then my Achilles’ tendon,
whom I’ve never spoken with before
introduced itself and said,
“Hello, I’m your Achilles’ tendon.
It’s been years since you’ve used me like this.
So please take it easy and we’ll be just fine.”It was a reasonable request.
I eased up and enjoyed
the pure and simple joy
of riding a bike.Later that evening my legs tingled
with that feeling of a day well-pedaled.
I felt energized, revived, reborn.I could easily fall in love with cycling
all over again.[Post script: I have]
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I kind of want to see movies made from these current (20260828) #BicycleMovies hashtags.
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I kind of want to see movies made from these current (20260828) #BicycleMovies hashtags.
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I kind of want to see movies made from these current (20260828) #BicycleMovies hashtags.
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I kind of want to see movies made from these current (20260828) #BicycleMovies hashtags.
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Bike bus, cycling team brings kids together | News
MURRAY – A group of Murray parents and their children are spreading their love of riding bicycles to…
#NewsBeep #News #Cycling #Adventuretravel #aerobicexercise #AU #Australia #bicycle #child #human-poweredtransport #landtransport #Micromobility #outdoorrecreation #sports #sustainabletransport #transport
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@ednl impressive!
Ik ben 1x in Bandung geweest. Primair om de huizen te zoeken/vinden waar het familielid naar wie ik vernoemd ben heeft gewoond, en de school te bezoeken waar ze heeft gewerkt. Ik wou ook de sterrenwacht bezoeken die haar oom had laten bouwen, maar ze waren toen niet open.
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@ednl impressive!
Ik ben 1x in Bandung geweest. Primair om de huizen te zoeken/vinden waar het familielid naar wie ik vernoemd ben heeft gewoond, en de school te bezoeken waar ze heeft gewerkt. Ik wou ook de sterrenwacht bezoeken die haar oom had laten bouwen, maar ze waren toen niet open.
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@ednl impressive!
Ik ben 1x in Bandung geweest. Primair om de huizen te zoeken/vinden waar het familielid naar wie ik vernoemd ben heeft gewoond, en de school te bezoeken waar ze heeft gewerkt. Ik wou ook de sterrenwacht bezoeken die haar oom had laten bouwen, maar ze waren toen niet open.
