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Matrix Race Academy launch

Say the words ‘cycling team launch’ and what comes to mind? Cyclists in their team kit, stood in a line, all matching hairstyles and fake smiles. There’s nothing wrong with the traditional team launch, but…yawn. We’ve seen it all a thousand times. So I was pretty excited to be involved in what promised to be a day like no other with the Matrix Race Academy on Friday.

Stef Wyman, Team Manager of Matrix RA and a champion for women’s cycling, was keen to create a day that would be interesting and fun for all involved, as well as creating a social media buzz. I think it’s safe to say that the aim was achieved.

Starting the day at Vulpine HQ

The day started bright and early for me – a 7.30am train (an unearthly hour for a Brighton freelancer) whisked me to Vulpine HQ in London. A big green ‘V’ told me I was in the right place and I was greeted by the lovely Jools (aka Lady Velo, and Vulpine’s sales manager), who was clearly just as giddy as me about the day ahead. A gradual stream of writers and photographers arrived, and of course the team themselves, along with manager Stef Wyman and European CX Champ Helen Wyman, who is a mentor to the younger riders on the team.

Much slurping of coffee, munching of croissants and introducing of friends later, the team took some time to drool over the Vulpine clothes and choose what they wanted to wear for their photos. I may have also tried on a women’s merino jersey for size. Important business research, you understand.

Whilst the photographers worked their magic I took some time to admire the new team kit. I was more than a little excited about the #fanbackedwomenscycling logo which I designed featuring on the kit. If you don’t already know about #fbwc, go do your reading, it’s a brilliant initiative that the team are backing, and the force behind some excellent training sessions for female novice racers like myself.

New season Matrix RA jersey, featuring the #fanbackedwomenscycling logo

The On The Drops girls liked their new Vulpine caps

I had the pleasure of stealing the fantastic Jo Tindley, a new Matrix RA member for 2013, away from the camera for 20 minutes to chat about cycling and her involvement in the team. Each rider chatted to a different writer, another way to insure a bunch of different perspectives and angles on the day and the team.

You can read my interview with Jo here.

Team issue trainers? Yes please.

After lunch we all set off in different directions accross London. We trooped off in three’s – one rider, one writer, one photographer. Where we went was completely up to us (Sarah Connolly took Harriet Owen to the zoo..) in the hope that at the end of the day we would have a variety of unique photos which would reflect the individual personalities of the women that make up the team. Awesome plan, I thought. Myself, Jo Tindley and photography Andy Woodhouse headed off into the quirky lanes near Old Street for our photos. Check out Andy’s set of snaps here.

Jessie’s photoshoot with Guy Collier

No bikes?! Jo isn’t too pleased about that.

Everyone met back up Look Mum No Hands for the evening launch. It wasn’t long before the cafe was full to the brim with people – the staff had to remove the furniture to make space for us all. Belgian beer, bikes, lots of familiar faces..and a whole bunch of new ones.

As well as Matrix RA, we also heard from Stef about #fanbackedwomenscycling, the launch of London Women’s Cycle Racing league and the Bonita women’s team. I could just about hear the team presentation over the buzz of the cafe!

What a day. Thanks everyone: I had a ball, and I feel more inspired than ever to support the awesome sport that is women’s cycling.

Team Presentation at Look Mum No Hands

Massive good luck vibes to the whole team for the season ahead – not that they need it, these girls have got serious talent.

Follow the team on Twitter: @onthedrops

Day 8 – The Big Smoke

I promise I did cycle on days 6 and 7, but it mostly involved going and getting milk from Lidl, and there’s only so much I can say about that.

So…Day 8!

This morning I took Claud on the train to London Bridge, and then rode to ‘Look Mum No Hands!’ for breakfast with a friend (who also arrived by bike, of course). So, other than the walls being covered in bicycles and bike related paraphernalia, what makes a ‘cycle cafe’ a cycle cafe? A bike workshop, a bike shop, and lots of cyclists drinking coffee (very nice coffee, I should add). Apart from anything else, it was nice not to be stared at for arriving wearing a slightly sweaty cycling jersey!

Since getting more into riding my bike in the last year, I’ve quickly learnt that there is really quite a community amongst cyclists. Most of this ‘community’ I have experienced through Twitter, or through stopping and chatting to friendly folk on the roadside. Cafe’s like LMNH are, perhaps, a more tangible manifestation of this community. Next time I go I’ll say ‘hi’ to a few strangers, and see if my theory works out.

After a couple of sunny hours in the park, I rode over to Hoxton to check out the ARTCRANK exhibition that opened last night in the Plain Walls Project’s space. A combination of screen-printed poster art and bicycles sounded too good to be true. Probably just as well that I didn’t go to the launch party, because I’m not sure I could cope with the excitement of all that and beer…

Lastly, there was the ride home. I’m staying at my brother’s place in the Croydon area, so the trip involved 10 miles of Big-London-Road cycling through Kennington, Brixton and Streathem. I actually enjoyed most of the ride, apart from on a few very busy bits of road with too many double decker buses and angry taxis. I’ve concluded that my biggest dislike about cycling in London is not the traffic, or the roads, but the horrible feeling of breathing in pollution. I was constantly wanting a drink: the grime and dust dried out my mouth with every breath.  I take it for granted cycling on roads of Sussex that the air is relatively ‘clean’ and fresh. Turns out bus exhaust makes your nose hurt, and your face grubby.

London, you were fun, but the roads call me home to Sussex by the sea.