18 Miles Per Hour

18 MilesPerHour is about riding through the world instead of just passing it by.
MY HEADBADGE
All the great headbadges out there are loaded with meaning. Some are about company heritage. Some have symbols from the town where they’re located. Or the builder’s family crest. This one is simple and personal. And it has to do with wine.
I’d just gotten my all-rounder, XO-1-inspired Handsome Devil and, alas, no headbadge. It came with stickers but…that’s not the same. And try as I might, I couldn’t embrace the whole “no decals or headbadge, clean bike” aesthetic.
Soon after that, I found myself on a private tour of Garden Creek Vineyards. After using a thief to taste some Cabernet, I spotted the brass plaque on the barrels. I remarked that it would make a great bike headbadge and the vineyard owner – a friend of a friend and fellow cyclist (and personal friend of Scot Nicol of Ibis) – used a knife to pry it loose and tossed it to me, insisting I shoot him some photos once I got the bike built up. He understood. Fantastic.
It’s not cast from sterling silver. It’s not made by some boutique bike builder. It doesn’t have the power to alpha dog other bikes in the peloton.
Its not terribly profound in its meaning, but it’s the first headbadge that has any kind of tie to my life at all.
I raise my glass to you, Garden Creek. 
- Brian

MY HEADBADGE

All the great headbadges out there are loaded with meaning. Some are about company heritage. Some have symbols from the town where they’re located. Or the builder’s family crest. This one is simple and personal. And it has to do with wine.

I’d just gotten my all-rounder, XO-1-inspired Handsome Devil and, alas, no headbadge. It came with stickers but…that’s not the same. And try as I might, I couldn’t embrace the whole “no decals or headbadge, clean bike” aesthetic.

Soon after that, I found myself on a private tour of Garden Creek Vineyards. After using a thief to taste some Cabernet, I spotted the brass plaque on the barrels. I remarked that it would make a great bike headbadge and the vineyard owner – a friend of a friend and fellow cyclist (and personal friend of Scot Nicol of Ibis) – used a knife to pry it loose and tossed it to me, insisting I shoot him some photos once I got the bike built up. He understood. Fantastic.

It’s not cast from sterling silver. It’s not made by some boutique bike builder. It doesn’t have the power to alpha dog other bikes in the peloton.

Its not terribly profound in its meaning, but it’s the first headbadge that has any kind of tie to my life at all.

I raise my glass to you, Garden Creek. 

- Brian

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