Shop Visit: Brixton Cycles
After being in chic London for a week, it was a huge breath of fresh air to arrive in Brixton and visit Brixton Cycles. The town is dirty, charmingly run down, chock full of rastas, and has one hell of a skatepark. While most of London is tight suits with pointy shoes, and tight dresses with heels; the staff of Brixton was all dirty Carhartts. Instantly I felt right at home, any one of these workers from the co-op would look indigenous to the Westbank.
The shop is right outside of said skatepark, a 1970's concrete affair, that is by far the coolest skatepark I have ever seen or gotten to ride. Well, sort of gotten to ride, as I took a few laps around the snow covered park on a Surly Krampus. Just enough to crash and go sliding down a wet bowl and bash up my shins
Just look at this place, if you go to London you've got to stop by
These last photos are from the remainder of our night in London as we were staggering around trying to find food at 11pm.
Huge thanks to the folks at Brixton for letting us poke around, and showing us incredible hospitality.