Headwind

Personally, I can live sub-zero temperatures. After all, people have been riding normal bikes in normal clothes all over the world for over 120 winters. The winter wind in Copenhagen, however, is a pain in the stylish ass. When it's a headwind, anyway. Tailwinds are a treat. The wind chill makes the temperature plunge, even before you start propelling yourself through the wind and increasing the chill. There isn't much else to do but muscle on through.

Pure. Copenhagen. Class.

Simply elegant. Simply classy. This is cycling for the rest of us.

[and what a lovely little left turn lane on the bike lane!]

Friendly Bicycle Culture

I often meet people I know on the bike lanes in the morning but few are as dapper and dashing as Philippe.
Temperature: around freezing.

And then there's Irina, a friend of mine I met on the bike lanes a while back. Even with 500,000 daily cyclists, you often see people you know. It's one of the lovelier aspects of our bicycle culture.

Here's two people hooking up in the winter rush hour.

Bittersweet

Bitter, bitter cold. Sweet, sweet Copenhagen poetry on two wheels.

Two Copenhageners, One Spot

Same spot, two Copenhageners in the freezing sub-zero weather.

Icy Sunday Cycling

Sunday afternoon traffic in Copenhagen. The cyclists are bundled up warm against the bitter cold. The snow showers weren't really an issue but the wind was dreadful.
Temperature: -5 C. Windspeed: 12 m/sec. Windchill: -23 C.

Nevertheless, there are still 400,000 cyclists in the city through the winter in Copenhagen. Many of them fashionable. Many of them funky. Many who are neither. But whoever they are, they are indeed urban poets on two wheels - without even knowing it. Poetry in motion.

A Copenhagen couple heading somewhere on this Sunday afternoon. Chatting happily the whole way.