The inaugural Bottles and Chains Copenhagen chapter ride took place in August. No helmets, 3 speed hubs, dodgy breaks and boozy riding are the par for the course in Denmark so I fit in just fine.
In typical B&C fashion the morning was greeted with squinty eyes and throbbing heads and the ride was a jaunt through the city from a cafe where hangovers were nursed with coffee and eggs to the waterside peirs where hangovers were nursed by a dip in the canals and a ciggie or two.
Not much distance was covered and no one went fast but we did do some radical skids.
