7 Ages of Bike – Gravesham Civic Centre

Seven green bikes, from child's with stabilisers to adult trike, sit atop the roof

The seven green painted bikes reference the way that bikes grow and changes alongside their owners.  In parody of Shakespeare’s famous ‘Seven Ages of Man’ speech, the virtual installation charts the seven ages of bike in a poem by Chris Paradox. From three wheeled Christmas present, to wobbly steed without stabilisers; BMX trickster and the need-for-speed racer, to mountain bike and practical shopper, and finally back to three wheels.

Side on view of the 7 green bikes - looking like a jumble of bikes View from the adult tricycle side of the seven bikes The installation from the ground, framed by plants

Lovin’ My Bike




The Installation
Lovin’ My Bike is on the facade of 7 Tontine St, Folkestone
People have fascinating relationships with their bikes. For some, their bike is a pure convenience, practical and free, getting them from A to B. Others guiltily neglect their bikes, abandoning them in sheds, gardens & bike racks. But for others, it’s a soul mate requiring tender maintenance and attention lavished on each part. Sometimes it’s a love/hate relationship, a torrid affair.
The two BMXs of this installation, of course, epitomise the latter, at least during people’s braver years!

Two green bikes on the facade of an old building

Cycling the Seven Seas

Four bikes leap from a central point, like the cardinal points of a compass, from the roof of the Harbour Arm Lookout.  Across the harbour in the distance is MargateOne man and his bike cycled the seven seas
Eleven thousand miles per year, the slowness of his speed
Five continents long, sixty countries wide and punctures untold
Across glacier, desert, mountain, forest he rode to break the mould.
Leaving port in Yorkshire towards Istanbul, he set his two wheeled boat
bobbing on the cresting waves of Europe past sheep and cow and goat
Consulting star chart and turning right at the Bosphorous, Cairo drew him on
And from there into deepest Africa to hear her silent primal song

From sunset in Sudan to sunrise in South Africa, on and on our rider rode
Rift valley, Jungle and Savannah succumbed to his adventure mode
Until from a Cape of Hope to one of Horn, a southern ocean was crossed
And deposited in Patagonia his soul became blissfully lost
Right up the spine of the Americas cycled our intrepid traveller
Across Andes, Amazon and a rather large canal in Panama
Through the lands of Inca and Maya and ancient Astec Empire
Taking on the force of Gravity with nothing but two skinny tyres

After many moons sunny California gave way to Canada and Tundra
And then the brutally beautiful frozen squalls of Alaska and Siberia
But this captain of his soul, survived the cold and arrive in ancient China
And surveyed the lush lowland rice paddies beneath the roof of the Himalaya
Crossing the immensity of Russia’s Steppe would transport him to the middle east
Where good Samaritans would invite him in and insist he sit and eat and feast
So, with a belly full of spices and riding the third of his cycling devices
The lighthouse of Europe guided him home to claim his inner prizes
The glorious self knowing of a solo circumnavigator
And the inextinguishable freedom of a two wheeled super cycler


Heinz cycles in the sunshine along a tree lined road



‘It is the unknown around the corner that turns my wheels’ Heinz Stucke





‘On my tenth birthday, a bicycle and an atlas coincided as presents, and a few days later I decided to cycle to India’ Dervla Murphy



A few poems inspired by Cycling the Seven Seas, created in a workshop in Ramsgate, with the Poet Paradox

Andes to the Amazon – Sadie
An amazing dream come true
The Andes to the Amazon on two wheels with you
The short cut that seemed too long to be
The views that seemed too beautiful to see
Up, down, pause, push, moving slowly, losing chains
That path is where we met again, to put another link in our chain.

A Fair Weather Cyclist – Ray
I don’t care much for the commute or the shopper
Give me the heavy, no gears Chinese factory bike any day
And let me cycle through paddy fields
or follow the majestic Mekong River
And should my squeaky iron horse fail me along the way, I don’t care
because I know, just around the corner bike mechanics wait just there

Mekong Surprise – Karen
Bamboo fringed pathway on the Mekong
Strange temples & statues all along
The cool breeze of moving tames the stifling heat
But creaking wheels, no gears & agonising seat.
Flat tyre inevitability, but
Roadside bike shop to the rescue
Brake tied to frame with a strip of bamboo
Now peddling through jungle alongside of you
Onto the beech, sands stretching for miles
A sparkling bluest sea & the biggest of smiles.

Cycling with no puncture repair kit in Denmark – Marc
When I was 15, I was no fool
But no one wanted me at school
They didn’t want me, as it happened, at home
And so, I had license to roam.
Some friends from Denmark offered a base
And so with my bike, to Copenhagen I did race
I must admit I used the train
For cycling round Denmark was more than enough pain
Nobody worried I was unheard of for weeks, except by letter
A mobile phone might have been better
But clutching my youth hostel card
Cycling in Denmark was not hard.
They had lovely cycling paths
The hills were, compared with Britain, just laughs
The culture of the youth hostel varied land to land
with standards in Denmark that were very grand
The custodians were all too keen to speak
English, to a junior ‘freak’
I circumnavigated the entire archipelago
Of islands with names that do not rhyme
The apex was the island of Romo
Approached on a 10km causeway against a prevailing wind.
I got drunk with a lot of Germans
Ottos, Helmust and Hermans
We swore undying love
And I pushed back off to Copenhagen with a shove
I did not have one hairy moment in a 1000km trip
Nor one puncture, luckily, as I had no kit
And no knowledge of how to fix it


The Installation
Cycling the Seven Seas sat on the lookout rooftop of the Harbour Arm Gallery, Margate.
Four green painted bikes, point towards the horizon as if facing the four cardinal points of a compass.  The installation echoes Margate’s maritime history, facing outward to the world, in celebration of cycling across the globe.

A view of the harbour arm, with orange and pink coloured doors, cotton clouded sky, and four green bikes atop the lookout

Life is like….



Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving – Albert Einstein



Snoopy lies on his kennel roof philosophising


Life is like a ten speed bicycle.  Most of us have gears we never use – Charles M. Schulz

My First Bike


As a kid I had a dream – I wanted to own my own bicycle.  When I got the bike I must have been the happiest boy in Liverpool, maybe the world.  I lived for that bike.  Most kids left their bike in the backyard at night.  Not me.  I insisted on taking mine indoors, and the first night I even kept it in my bed – John Lennon



book cover of early comic novel by HG Wells


After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable.  A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go.  You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow – H.G. Wells ‘The Wheels of Chance’





Post it note reads: Buying a bike for your child as a present is just as exciting as getting one yourself



When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised the Lord doesn’t work that way, so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me – Emo Philips




The Installation
My First Bike is on the wall of 60 The Old High St, Folkestone.
As the Poet Paradox says elsewhere, ‘First bikes are born at Christmas,’ and people never forget the excitement of that first bike – the unwrapping, the colour, the speed, the freedom. This installation was so tiny & cute, it felt a real pull to leave it alone on the wall!

green painted child's bike on the wall of a building along a narrow road in Folkestone

20 bikes, 1 car space

Apparently you can fit 20 bikes into 1 car parking space. This is a well used statistic, but is it possible? We decided to find out as part of one of our residencies at Cycle Recycle, Margate. But, the more bikes we pulled out from the workshop, the less possible it looked…

The Freedom of Flying


reads:  I don't have to wait for a bus, or a train.  Don't have to worry if there's petrol in the tank, just get on & go!


When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


The Installation
Located high up on a wall above the Number One Community Centre, next to Showfields Library in Tunbridge Wells.  Residents were convinced local kids would have removed them before the end of the night, but they didn’t and this was one of the most viewed pages of the project.

Two green bikes 'sit' at the top of a brick wall

Racing round Kent

‘When you’re racing its like being in the cavalry… you attack people, you’re swinging in & out of corners, you’re climbing, you’re going down through descents, its a real cavalier sport.  A fabulous feeling’



The Installation
Sevenoaks district hosted the Paralympic Road Cycling Events, so it seemed only fitting the installation focused on racing.

A green mountain bike tries to overtake a green racing bike at the top of a brick wall