Description: Bicycle Sales in Copenhagen, Denmark. Specialise in road and mountain bikes. They even got their own team so do look out for them.
Shop visited: August 2007 and June 2009

As seen on the blog: Living in a box
A lovely shop if you are looking for a new road or MTB bike, some very nice gear in there. A massive lower floor with plenty of bike p0rn and a upper floor full with cycling clothing and chaning rooms.
The shop is kinda hidden, my host in CPH had lived on the street next to it for 4 years in 2007. He only found out, that there was a bicycle shop there, when I arrived home with 2 empty bicycle boxes
In 2009 the staff provided us, with a smile, some empty bike boxes to pack ours in for the flight home. But do come early, or call first, because they had already compressed the empties into a small block of cardboard when we visited the first day.
When I visited in 2007 to do the same, e.g. get a empty box, they did not have said machine and was told yeah do grap a box less work for us at the …

Our last day of our holiday started nice and slow, with a good breakfast and tea and some basic chilling out.
We went over to the local bike shop, Webike, to pick up some empty bike boxes to pack our bikes in.

Last minute snack before we had go to the airport. Dead easy on the Metro in CPH only 25min door to door.

Georg Jensen’s bling bike on display in CPH airport.
At the airport I had my last hotdog of the tour and we failed to find a Danish for Peli, but then again she should have enough in me :)
We got on the plane on time, and arrived in Gatwick on time, and found our bikes but no compressed air. Back home just after midnight and very tired from all that traveling but happy after a well needed holiday that we enjoyed very much.
3 miles ride back home in London, even late at night it was a wake up call for us, totally different from Denmark.
Today’s non ride was sponsored by WeBike in CPH. Located just around the corner from where we were staying. A lovely shop if you are looking for a new road or MTB bike, some very nice …

We had a bit of a lie in today, I was more in the mood to just be lazy. But Peli’s nagging got me up and after breakfast we headed out. The original idea was to cycle to Roskilde along the national cycle route 4.

With the help of Bam the night before I had a general idea where that route were, find number 9 and it will take you to number 4, but where did number 9 start ?
So we just headed in the general direction and hoped for the best. After 30min or so riding Peli spotted on the other side of the road, a sign saying number 9, so we where on our way. Number 9 follows the old fortress wall around CPH so the ride was again on perfect cycle lanes and tracks.
After another 30min riding we found the national cycle route 4, that told us that the cycle route would be 38km to Roskilde instead of the 17km on the A-road.

We ended up at Ishøj strand and had a go on the swings before we had our lunch on the beach.
 
 
Even with a shot of the highest grade EPO that you can find …

For 10 years or so I have been chatting and emailing with Mr. Owl. And every time there had been a change to meet up, something had come up and we didn’t make it.

But this time we finally made it and Mr. Owl made his way down to Copenhagen for a day touristing about.

The city hall in CPH.
Lucky the day was a Danish holiday and the weather was hot, hot and hot so all the local was either BBQ’ing in their back garden or on one off the many beaches around Copenhagen. So we only had the low season tourist to worry about.

Old and new together.

Walking up to the Danish parliament.

The grand tour took us via the main train station, the main square, city hall, the parliament where we could walk right under and through it, before a quick beer in Nyhavn.

King something of Denmark

A family cycling around and into the parliament.

War memorial under the parliament.

A sole demonstrator outside the parliament.

The stock market.

Nyhavn

Sailing boat “parked up” next to the Royal palace.

The Royal Palace.
Then we made our way over to the royal palace but didn’t get to wave to the queen since her flag wasn’t up. Then we …

We managed to talk Bam and his son Kev, into joining us for a ride. Of course we picked the hottest day of the year so far, 25c, to do the ride in.
We decided to head up the coast, past many of the wonderful beaches in CPH and past where people with money to spare live.

Just pumping some more air into the MTB tyres on the bike Kev was riding, a bike we borrowed from Bam’s neighbor.

View over the sea towards CPH, bridge to Sweden and the wind mills.

Seth enjoying the fresh sea air and the sun.

If you strain your eyes you will be able to see the two towers to the right of the picture of the nuclear power plant in Sweden, that many people in CPH wasn’t so keen on when it got build.

We cycled trough Dyrehaven, a big park to the north of CPH. In the park there is one of the oldest theme parks in the world and also the home of the oldest wooden roller coaster in the world.
We arrived a bit too early so we didn’t get to have a go. My knees were very happy for that, because it is …

Was an very early start as we wanted to squeeze in a quick ride before we headed over to CPH. So me old man gave us a lift out to Nibe, a small fishing town 30km west of Aalborg.

Again a very sunny day though we had a head wind for most of the ride. We followed the fjord back to Aalborg, we passed many of these winged spinning around things which is scattered all over Denmark. This lot is nothing compared to the 2 old ones that used to be in the neighborhood, as they were biiiig.

And these windmills are old and didn’t make much noise. So compared to the new models I can’t see why people complain that much about them. When they are so good for us and this little rock we call home.

Limfjoren

This poor horse got woken up when Peli went hypersonic when she saw it sleeping.

We headed strait through town and I showed Peli a little hill which I have only managed once on a geared bike. Frydendalsvej at 11.2% is the road that runs parallel to this is one, so I’m pretty sure this one is the same. But it have a nice …

My best mate from way back when joined us on a ride around town where I used to live and go to school.
We set off from my folks house and headed south and then up one if the steepest hills in the area, Nøvlingbakken at 3.1%, to get to Gistrup, where I started to go to school and kindergarten.

My old school in Gistrup.

While at the school, we saw a class going out for a ride in the good weather.
We went past the old house where I grew up which didn’t look like I remembered and also where I learned how to ride a bicycle and had my first major crash, still got the scar ;)
Forgot to take a picture of this major junction of my life ;(

We then headed over to an other old haunt of mine and where I meet my mate Bo for the first time all those years ago. We passed my old home, the school (arrgghh) and his old home. Before heading out to Hesteskoen where we spend many summer days doing nothing, I can’t really remember what we did out there but just that we went there.
The next bit of the …

We got up early for a lovely spread and got ready for today’s ride. Myold man gave us a lift to the start around 40 miles to the north ofAalborg. We set of 500m from the beach around 3km from Hirsals, inglorious sunshine and the wind in our backs.

We followed the national cycle route 1 also known as the north-sea cycleroute.

It took us through the area where I have spend many a dayrunning/jumping around in the dunes, swimming the sea and getting myback side majorly burned in the summer of ’76 (boy am I old). My folksused to own a summer house in the area and an uncle had one too.

We found a tower with a great view over the area we were about to cycle through, a wee bit windy up there but down in the trees we barely felt the tail wind.

We went over Uggerby å (a river if you can call it that) where we sawsome people canoeing just like I use used to do when I was a wee nipper.

The route varied from tarmac to gravel to forest paths and always wellsign posted so there was never any change of getting lost.

We had our elevenses at …

Up at stupid o’clock, arrive at Gatwick only to find the queue for security going nearly all the way around the airport. But luckily the men and ladies behind the things going beep were working fast and we got through in no time.

Found the plane next only to sit around for 20 or so minutes before take off. So we arrived in CPH 20min late and was out off the gates in less than 45 min. And that included walking through the airport, waiting for our bike boxes to arrive and put our bike back together. The best part right where we got our bikes there was a compressed air out let so that we could get our tyres pumped, that’s Copenhagen for ya.

Out in the arrival area we got our train tickets to Aalborg which included ticket and “seat” reservations for our bikes. We also got some provisions for the 5 hour train journey a Danish pastry for Peli and a hotdog for me :)

The five hour train ride was a bit of a killer since we got up at 3:15 and we arrived at my folks at 19:00 well and truly jet lagged.
3 miles on bike and bugger …

Tour de hotdog
OK, so it’s my turn to do a write-up of my first cycling holiday. Hmm. I’m 37 years old and come from very flat cycling country… Why haven’t I done this before?? I managed to talk my friend Paul (Paul) into joining me on the journey from pretty much the top of Denmark over to Copenhagen in 9 days. With plenty of rest stops built in ;).
Day 1.

We took off from London on the 25th of August and even before we had done a mile Paul had a flat that got fixed on the train. We arrived at Aalborg train station where we put the bikes together and rode out to my parents.

After a quick welcome beer I took Paul out on a sightseeing tour of my home town. We took the bike lane up the big hill behind my folks’ place and I managed to climb the hill with no problems at all, only to be over taken on the last 20 metres by two 11-12 year old boys in full lycra gear and bling bikes. After a quick tour and a few drinks in town we went home to sleep, only to find out that later …