Bicycle Parking at the Beach - The Movie

It's a simple little video. We were on our way home from the beach and Felix and I had been talking about filming and various techniques like keeping the camera steady and what a panning shot is. So he got the camera while sitting in the cargo box of the Bullitt and he filmed all the bicycles at the beach while we were heading home. Practicing holding the camera steady and panning the camera back and forth. I wasn't planning on editing it, but it's a fine little film from the 8 year old Boy Wonder.

On a hot weekend day this beach - Amager Strandpark - is packed with Copenhageners enjoying the summer. There are tens of thousands of bikes. In the racks (there's parking for 5000 bikes on the 4 km stretch of beach) but largely just parked in the sand or leaning against sand dunes.

This stretch we rode is only about 1/15th of the length of the pathway so you can imagine how many more bicycles went unrecorded.

Here's an earlier post about bicycles at the beach. There are loads more films on the Copenhagenize Channel on Vimeo.

Copenhagen Ferrari

Yes, yes, yes. We all know I like my cargo bike. And that I'm happy to blog about it. Especially now that I have a new red Bullitt. I couldn't resist this shot the other day. I rode past a Ferrari and thought I'd take a photo of the 21st Century version. Urban Manpower for Liveable Cities vs Horsepower for the sake of Horsepower. I love Larry vs Harry's new foldable racing seat on which the kids sit, and the new custom side panels.


I sold my white Bullitt to Mads, who runs Ekeko.dk - a sustainable development company that imports clothes from Bolivia. So the bicycle went to a great home.


There is goes. Just a metal construction with some rubber bits, but one that has served me well. And the latest text message from Mads reveals that he loves the bike.


A 'No Trucks' sign with an alternative in front makes much more sense.

It really is quite cool riding around the city on this bicycle. In the course of a day I'll end up talking to 5 or 10 people about it. From teenagers to elderly ladies. At stoplights or outside shops. I've never had a bicycle that generates so much conversation.

Beach Sleep Bicycles

After a lovely day at the beach in the 30 degree weather, it was time to head home. The Mother of My Children had all the gear in her two-wheeler Christiania Bike and I had the kids on the Bullitt.


It was a long, lovely day and both of the kids faded quickly once onto the bike, lulled to sleep by the gorgeous movements of the bicycle.

Usually Felix stays awake and can hold Lulu up with his arm around her, but this time he snoozed. Lulu ended up in a rather funny - and uncomfortable - position. We stopped and I rearranged them.


I used the inflatable kickboard as a pillow and Lulu was happy to lean up against it. Felix could then use a pile of towels as a pillow.


Lulu couldn't get back to sleep (good thing, otherwise she'll be up all evening... :-) ) and this shot is one that warms my heart. Cycling home through Copenhagen in the evening light, staring down at my girl - her staring up at me. The beauty of the togetherness that the bicycle gives us all.

Flea Market by Bicycle

Once a year my boy Felix has a stand at a kid's flea market and our cargo bike is an integral part of the transport and display. A couple of weeks ago we had a stand at a regular flea market, in order to free our lives and minds of 'old and useless stuff'.

The Mother of My Children has a two-wheeled Christiania cargo bike and, together with my Bullitt, we transported everything we needed, including a table and two children, by cargo bike. It took one extra trip where I zipped home to fetch a load but it was great to do it all on two wheels.

Here's our modest little stand. We actually got rid of most of the stuff, so the trip home was a breeze.

Americans in Copenhagen

For Copenhagenize the Velo-City conference in Copenhagen was a whirlwhind of meeting wonderful people/colleagues from all over the planet. 'Networking' is far too dull a word for it and doesn't do it justice. The League of American Bicyclists collaborated with Copenhagenize Consulting on a series of bicycle tours before and during the conference. Bike rides around the city to see the infrastructure highlights in the Danish capital.

We, in turn, enlisted the help of Biomega and Baisikeli to provide the bikes. One of the tours was with New York's Dept of Tranport Commissioner Janette Sadikh-Khan and her crew. I was impressed to hear that the New Yorkers all took time out of their annual holiday leave to come to Copenhagen for the conference. What commitment.



Another tour with the League and Copenhagenize was a ride to show John Burke, the president of American bike company Trek, around the city, along with some other Americans. Andrew, City Councillor from Dublin and Ciaran, Dublin's Cycling Officer came along as well, as an extension of our conversations in Dublin the week before.

As it was explained to me, John Burke is one of the most important bicycle advocates in the States. He's also a lovely, down to earth guy.

After their keynote speeches, the mayor in charge of the Technical & Environmental Adminstration, Bo Asmus Kjeldgaard, posed for a photo op with Janette Sadikh-Khan outside the Velo-City venue.

The Danes, when speaking amongst themselves, affectionately referred to her as Chaka Khan. I suppose the name was tricky to remember, but she also rocked the stage in her keynote speech. If it was Sadikhansen, perhaps it would be eaiser to remember. Here they are on the mayor's offical bicycle, complete with his name, from Biomega and Chaka Khan on my shiny, new and very red Bullitt cargo bike.


On the morning before the conference started, The League and I took a large group of American delegates on a two-hour tour of the city. We met up on the City Hall Square bright and early.

Espresso man Ole served up coffee from his coffee bike for the jetlagged before departure. I was fearing a logistical nightmare of riding through the city in the rush-hour with 40 guests in tow but to my amazement it went smoothly and we arrived at the conference on time.

I enlisted the help of Niels, from the city's Bicycle Office, to help out with answering questions and highlighting the Bicycle Office's work.

We all stopped at the American Embassy to meet the American Ambassador, Laurie S. Fulton, who came out to greet her countrymen and women and to wish them luck with their advocacy work.

What a brilliant

Svajerløb 2010 - Cargo Bike Race!

The Copenhagenize.com RedRum team after the 2010 Danish Cargo Bike Races. We finished fourth in the team relay on my new red Bullitt. I loaned the old white Bullitt to some colleagues from the Velo-City conference and they won bronze. So... I have a bronze medal bike!

What a great day. Sunshine and bike racing. The Copenhagenize.com team dressed up for the occasion, donning clothes that the bike messengers back in the day used to wear. We won the first heat but finished fourth in the final.

One lap empty and then we had to load the bike with two tires and a bundle of newspapers. The three following laps, but three riders, had to carry the cargo. 1.3 km of headwind and cobblestones.

Once the rider was switched, we gave him a push to get him on his way.



Here's the start riders for the final, but they organisers ended up dividing us into two heats.

There was also a Brompton race for the first time ever. The Danish championships. Four participants took part. Not surprising considering that we have very few folding bikes in Denmark and nobody outside of the bicycle business has ever heard of the Brompton. But Fidelius, from Vienna, came to Velo-City and ended up wearing a bronze medal. Congrats!


The Museum of Copenhagen team in action, strapping the tires to their vintage Short John delivery bike.


Here are the proud medalists. Claus, one of the city's top bike mechanics, took gold this year. Hans, from Larry vs Harry at right, took bronze. The chap on the right won the three-wheeler gold. He's a bike designer for Winther.


Here's me and my friend Claus and me giving him a fashion/history lesson about how the old cargo bike messengers used to dress. He has promised to show up next year with a bit more style sense and respect for history. :-) But a warm congratulations to Claus for winning gold and becoming the reigning Svajer Champion until next year!


Here's me just having won the first heat by 20 seconds... and then me just having finished fourth. Body language says it all. :-)

Thanks to everyone who took part or came out to watch! Thanks to Eric from Firmacyklen.dk for his race organising genius and to Amager Cykel Ring for their massive help. See you next year!

Mobile Bike Workshop in Copenhagen

There are very few things that can't be done by bicycle in Copenhagen. We often blog about the various cargo bike variations in this city.

Meet Jacob - aka The Bikeman. He's a bike mechanic with a rolling workshop. He has everything he needs in his cargo box, including a portable stand for suspending bikes. He'll go anywhere you need him to on his Bullitt in the city centre.

Jacob also has arrangements with various companies. He comes out during work hours and the employees can go down and get their bikes adjusted, tuned, de-squeaked, whatever you need. No need to sacrifice your bicycle for a day by chucking it into a bikeshop. Brilliant.

The professional bikeshop comes to you.

If you're in Copenhagen and need to get a hold of The Bikeman, ring 28 40 35 67.

Copenhagenize Brutally Attacked by Lycra Warrior!

Copenhagen, 28 May 2010.
For Immediate Release.

In a shocking display of road rage, Copenhagenize and another innocent Citizen Cyclist were brutally attacked on the bike lanes of Copenhagen yesterday morning.

In the morning rush hour on Tagensvej, at the intersection with Nørre Alle, Copenhagenize was waiting on the right side of the lane, along the curb, for the light to change with a few dozen other cycling citizens.

On the left side of the bike lane was a young women. Suddenly and apparently without any reason, a cyclist [pictured above] rolled down the middle of the bike lane between Copenhagenize and the young woman. [The lanes are wide enough to accomodate three cyclists on this stretch].

But suddenly, the cyclist tried to pop out of his clicky-cycling shoes and violently tipped to the left, shouldering the young woman so violently that she tipped over. Narrowly avoiding certain death by... putting her foot down. Then the cyclist overcompensated for his wobble and shouldered Copenhagnenize with such intense force that my bike and I tipped to the right. I, too, was on the verge of certain death. Only my lightning-fast reflexes saved me from slamming into the sidewalk and getting a bit of dirt on my jacket or something.

Even worse, my Bullitt cargo bike scraped against the curb! The paint is clearly, kind of, scratched.

Before I knew what hit me, the cyclist continued his rampage after regaining his balance. First, without any warning, he turned to the young girl and apologised very sweetly! She just shrugged and nodded. Then, turning his focus to his second victim, Copenhagenize, he smiled and apologised profusely! Yes! Profusely!!

I was helpless. All I could do was smile back, slap him on the shoulder and say "No problem!"

He then rolled forward and waited for the light to change before riding off towards the city. Without even looking back at the carnage!

See?! Cycling is dangerous. Cycling shoes and gear are weapons of mass destruction. I'm shopping for one of those helmets ASAP and driving to work until I get one. Can anyone recommed a lawyer and a shrink?

Welcome to the Playboy Mansion of the Bicycle World

So I finally took possession of some frame stickers featuring my pharmaceutical packaging spoof and promptly slapped one on my Bullitt. Inspired by Damien Hirst's series of art in the same vein.

Interestingly, when I first blogged about it, the jury was split in the comments. Those who took issue with it questioned the usage of 'Viagra'.

Which suprised me. Viagra is a cultural reference and is used as such. If one gets all sorts of 'associations' when seeing the word, then don't buy the sticker. It's not a global bicycle advocacy campaign, it's just a sticker using a cultural reference. A metaphor.

Like saying that Copenhagenize.com is The Playboy Mansion of the Bicycle World. Which is, of course, true. Despite the potential for a long list of people's 'associations' with that cultural reference.

How about The Disneyland of the Bicycle World? No... god, no... Disney is a multi-national corp that is only interested in profit. And did I, declared secular humanist, use another cultural reference by writing 'god' in that sentence? Oh, bother... as Winnie the Pooh would have said. Except he was invented by a declared pacifist... not at all appropriate when we're all 'at war'.

And isn't saying 'Pooh' rather disgusting? It sounds an awful lot like... well... "poo"! What are we teaching our children?! We should certainly change that name. Let's boycot Disney until they do it.

Like the children's book I bought in North America a couple of years ago featuring classic rhymes. Amazingly, the rhyme "Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross", which has been around since the 16th century, was altered to "Ride a hobby horse to Banbury Cross". No cock horses allowed, apparently. Let's just alter literary history. Sanitize our world by censoring cultural references.

Further into the book, the text of the classic Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man rhyme was changed to omit the evil 'prick it and pat it and mark it with 'B''. No pricks allowed, apparently. It was written as 'roll it, shape it and mark it with 'B''.

Well... enough about fucking Viagra... and by writing fucking I am, of course, referring to the Austrian town of Fucking. :-) (is it just me or does that smiley look like two testicles and a penis?!)

I Fought The Law and the Law Run

I finally returned home late last night on yet another spooky flight from Prague with only 6 passengers, with departure from an empty apocalyptic airport in the Czech Capital, just like the airport in Brussels. Strange days.

I ended up getting one of the first flights out of Barcelona. Destination Brussels and on to Prague, where I was scheduled to speak at the first National Bicycle Conference in the Ministry of Transport, together with Jan Gehl who unfortunately couldn't make the trip from Copenhagen due to the ash-ish.

Wonderful to be home although my time in Barcelona was amazing. I was speaking at the 3rd Catalan Bicycle Congress in the city of Lleida before the ash attack forced me to take cover in a four star hotel across from the cathedral in Barcelona. Thank Odin for well-stocked mini-bars and a few thousand cafés/restaurants withing walking/cycling distance.

Barcelona stunned me. The city has gone from bicycle-non existent to bicycle metropolis in only 5 short years. It even makes Paris pale in comparison. Bicycles are everywhere, not least the Bicing bike share bicycles, on which I explored the city with friends. Txell from Barcelona Cycle Chic loaned me her card.

I'll get back to Barcelona - because I have to and you have to hear about it - in coming posts.

In the meantime, an amusing anecdote from this morning. Woke up tired but thrilled to see the kids. Presents were handed out accordingly and breakfast consumed. We hopped onto the Bullitt and headed for drop off duties at school/daycare.

There is often a police officer at the roundabout on the corner where the school is located. I've never really figured out why and have assumed that they keep an eye on the crossing guards or the cars stopping to drop off kids.

We were a bit early and the crossing guards weren't out yet. We rolled gently around the roundabout, with Lulu-Sophia in the box and Felix straddling the crossbar, like in the above photo, which is how we prefer to ride. There is a seat attached to the crossbar, visible in the top photo, for Felix to sit on if he's tired after football practice or something.

The female police officer spotted us halfway round and I could see ants crawling into her police issue pants. We approached her and she waved us over. The first words out of her mouth had a nasal, hysterical quality.

"That is an incredibly dangerous way to ride!"

"No, it is not. (Gud er det ej, in Danish)", replied the Danish Bicycle Ambassador.

"Yes it is..."

"No. It isn't." I replied, getting irritated.

So far, there were no legal implications involved. It was only this individual's perception of safety and rationality that differed from mine. Which really shouldn't even be part of a conversation. Keep your personal fears to yourself. Afraid of flying? Fine. Don't fly. But don't tell me that I shouldn't. And don't bloody well stand there selling your fear within earshot of my children.

Anyway, this agitated policewoman was glacing frantically around the Bullitt, looking for something to scold me about.

"And... and... he isn't allowed to ride like that!", she exclaimed, pointing to Felix.

"Of course he is. This bicycle is fitted to accomodate passengers", said I, pointing at the bicycle seat attached to the crossbar.

"He has to be strapped in!"

"No, he doesn't. He's big enough and besides, you can't strap someone onto a bike seat."

At this point I could see she was out fishing, far from dry land.

"How old is he?", she asked accusingly, trying suddenly and unsuccessfully to appear authoritative.

"I'm eight", replied Felix.

"Oh... um... oh... well... um... then he's just barely over the edge...", she stuttered, meaning over the legal age for having to be 'secured' to a bicycle as a passenger, making it sound like we were THIS CLOSE to being guilty.

She looked at Felix and said, "so you'll be riding your own bike next year", now trying to be cheerful.

"I already ride my bike", said the boy indignantly - you don't diss an eight year old Copenhagen kid by suggesting he hasn't learned to ride - and I added, "What are you talking about? This is Denmark. He's been riding on the bike lanes since he was three and a half!"

"Oh... um... well... then you get a high five..." she mumbled to Felix as she fidgited about, trying to get away. She forgot, however, to put up her hand for the high five and Felix didn't raise his. He just looked at her like she was strange. Which she was. She looked like she was about to say something else but then just turned on her heels and walked away, trying desperately to look busy and important.

Little Lulu-Sophia, in the cargo box, asked with that charming questioning tone that two year olds have, "Wha wa dat?"

"It was a casting call for Police Academy 4", I replied, even though the cinematic reference was lost on both of them. And off to school we went.

What a collossal waste of time and energy, even though it only lasted two minutes. I'm quite sick and tired of such fear-mongering based on personal emotions rather than anything else. When it comes from a police officer, who should be balanced and rational, the irritation is magnified. Perhaps because they spend their days in cars they have been rendered useless in the cause of promoting cycling positively.

When I got home I checked up on the traffic laws just to be sure. The Departmental Order of Bicycle Fittings and Equipment, which is a horrible translation of Bekendtgørelse af cyklers indretning og udstyr m.v. 1). Just to see if I was, indeed, a criminal in need of a fine and firm spanking.

Chapter 1 - Fitting
§ 1. A bicycle and trailer or sidecar must be fitted and kept in such a condition so that it can be used without danger or inconvenience. CHECK

§ 2. A bicycle must not be fitted to accommodate more than three persons. Although there can be room for one or two children under eight years - according to § 10 CHECK

Point 2. A bicycle must have a maximum of four wheels. Trailers must have a maximum of two wheels. CHECK

Point 3. The wheels must be equipped with tyres or other elasctic wheel coverings with similar qualities. UH... CHECK

Chapter 2 - Weight and Dimensions
§ 3. A bicycle must not - in either loaded or unloaded condition - have a width wider than 1 m CHECK

Point 2. On two-wheeled bicycles the handlebars must not exceed 70 cm in width. CHECK

Chapter 6 - Carrying of Passengers
§ 10. A bicycle must not carry more persons that it is intended for. Children under eight years may be brought on the bike when specially fitted seating is included. CHECK

Point 2. Specially fitted seating for children must be fitted according to the child's height and weight and the spokes must be covered. CHECK - BUT NOT REALLY APPLICABLE

Point 3. Children carried on a bicycle must be responsibly secured. CHECK - BUT NOT REALLY APPLICABLE , AS HE IS OVER 8

Point 4. Carrying child passengers must not restrict the cyclist from having complete control over the bicycle or from being able to signal. CHECK

Point 5. The cyclist must be at least 15 years old. CHECK - BY 27 YEARS

The Danish traffic laws for bicycles are at once ridiculously detailed in the rules about technical specs like reflectors, lights and size. Interestingly, there are rules about length and width of bicycles but none dicatating height - so bring on your Tall Bikes!

Generally, any fine you recieve on a number of points are completely open to interpretation by the officer. Which makes it easy to go to court if you think the fine was wrongfully issued.

Hans from Larry vs Harry has a friend who was had a fine overturned in court. He rode a long john with his daughter sitting on an upturned milk crate. She was secured by a rope. The officer was of the hysterical variety and a fine was issued along with a lecture. The judge, however, was more rational and the fine was overturned.

This entire episode was perhaps a notch more irritating as I have just returned from that most amazing cycle city Barcelona, where citizens ride freely and creatively through the streets, unhindered by obsessive and unecessary Nordic lawmaking.

Volcano Victimisto part 3

i've been trying to get to prague, in order to speak at the national cycle conference on wednesday, which wasn't really feasible on a bicycle... :-)

The conference is co-hosted by the Danish embassy, so if neither me nor Jan Gehl can show up, it's kind of a shame.

turns out the Danish embassy there have a ticket for me via brussels tomorrow. IF the airport in brussels is open then. if I miss that window then it's just a question of trying to get home to Copenhagen.

I have another option which is borrowing a friend's car and driving to Prague, but then I'll have drive it back to Barca... and then I'm stuck here again.

A car rental company has a few cars left in the luxury class. I could get an Alfa Romeo Spider, cabriolet, and drive to Prague. But on top of the price to rent it, there is a one way drop-off charge of €3600 !! Money makes the world go round.

Bus companies are sending busses south to pick up Danes all over Europe. The price for a bus seat and 24 hours on the bus home? €275-300. Money makes the world go round.

Heard of a Danish family with two kids here at my hotel in Barca that bought a car. Simply bought one and drove it home.

Thanks for all the helpful and interesting comments about the bike option to get into france.

Hans from Larry vs Harry was trying to arrange a Bullitt Rescue Chain for me. He put together a list of 20 Bullitt owners all along the route from Barca to Copenhagen. Maximum distance was about 150 km between Bullitt owners all though France and northwards.

Would have been cool if I had the time to ride all the way home. Would take a month or so, but hey.

Volcano Victimisto Part 2 - Still considering

Thanks so much for the the comments and help on the previous post.

It's a mad idea. I will not ride all the way to Copenhagen - that would take forever and I don't want to, to be frank.

But just to get on the road in some sense, get into France, get closer to home. Do SOMETHING. Many years ago I walked from Northern Spain to Paris with nothing but a backpack and a sleeping bag. Using rural routes and with a set of rules for the journey. THAT was the hardest 30 days of my life. Sleeping in fields, under bridges, in abandoned buildings. I'd opt for small hotels this time, with cafés along the way like the old Tour de France riders. A cognac and coffee after lunch and 'allez'.

Although adopting a "C'est la vie" attitude and taking it easy here in Barcelona is not a bad idea. I do have work to do and do want to get home to the family as quick as possible.

My main hurdle is that I am expected in Prague, to speak at the National Cycle Conference on Wednesday. That's not looking good. Jan Gehl from Gehl Architects should also be attending. No word on whether he can make it.

There are many Danes trying to arrange transport in cars from all over Europe. This might be an option, although the hotel I'm at says that there are no rental cars until Tuesday or Wednesday.

Nor busses or trains. And the French trains are still on strike, last I heard.

Alors... I could take a bike on the train to Girona and then start pedalling from there. A Lycra-free escape across the Pyranees. :-) Still working on a bike. Have a friend, Txell from Barcelona Cycle Chic, who has a touring bike. I'll be speaking to Koos from Biketech bike shop here in Barcelona later today.

IF... and this is really IF... I do this... should I do this on a Brompton, a Bullitt, a touring bike or an upright bike?

Practical and Behavourial

I experienced a strange little behavourial shift in myself recently. I use my two bicycles rather equally - the Velorbis and the Bullitt cargo bike. When not transporting kids, the Bullitt cargo bay is a respository for my bag. I just chuck it in, instead of having it slung around my shoulder.

I discovered that I missed this ease-of-use when riding the upright Velorbis. I stuck the bag, Copenhagen-style, on the back rack under the rat trap. Which is what I've always done and, indeed, what most people without baskets do.

Then I got a front rack put onto the Velorbis. These front racks have been a main feature for over a century, especially on Short Johns or delivery bikes/chimney sweep bikes or whatever you want to call them.

Interestingly, they're experiencing a bit of a revival these day in Copenhagen. As soon as mine was on, I noticed that I was just slapping my bag onto the front rack and securing it with a bungee cord. Super quick and easy.

Then I realised that the damned thing was much more practical than I had imagined. The other day I had to go pick up my boy at a friend's house. I just put his bike on the front rack and off I went.

And here's Felix riding home on it, which he loves to do.


We only have about 450 metres to the school and the daycare so we often just walk, but now the front rack is a perfect perch for Felix, while Queen Lulu gets to sit on the 'bulldog' seat on the crossbar. They both love it.

I was actually telling Felix about how I saw lots of kids sitting on front racks in Amsterdam and he said, "Maybe if someone sees us, they'll think we're from Holland!" Poor kid doesn't realise that it wouldn't get us any street cred/dates/free beers, but the thought was nice. :-) He enjoys seeing the pictures of people riding bicycles in other countries that I bring home. I think it's important to show him the global diversity of bicycle culture, whether established or emerging.


The bicycle he's on in the pervious picture, higher up, is getting a bit small for him, but he masters it like an Apache masters his horse. This bike, above, is waiting in the wings for him. A retro Raleigh chopper. He needs about three more centimetres before I unleash him on the bike lanes.

Bicycle Customer Service via YouTube

My friends down at Larry vs Harry had a little problem. The good news is that sales are booming and that includes online sales. They're shipping off bikes to far-flung destinations on a daily basis.

The tricky bit is that two-wheeled cargo bikes like the Bullitt are quite normal in Denmark and the Netherlands but still a bit exotic elsewhere, because they have parts that don't resemble parts on other bikes. Larry vs Harry discovered that they were getting loads of emails and telephone calls from customers who had questions about how to assemble certain parts of the bicycles.

Contact with happy customers is a joy for any business, whether it's bicycles or buttplugs, but coaching via telephone and/or email is time-consuming for both parties and there is still the risk that the bicycles may be assembled incorrectly. Can't have that. The solution? Larry vs Harry called up Copenhagenize Consulting to produce three How To films that will guide customers through the process of assembling three of the trickier bits.

The films had to be:
A. Fun to make.
B. Informative.
C. In the spirit of Larry vs Harry. Whatever the hell that means.
D. Far removed from the techgeek world of bicycles.
E. So incredibly funny that only a handful of people will get it. Kind of like watching Monty Python dubbed into German.

I went with a kitsch, home-made 'look and feel' in the sound design and editing and Harry went with... uh... costumes. Match made in heaven. Do you KNOW how hard it is to shoot and edit BADLY? It ain't bloody easy. But we had a laugh.

It's Elvis Schwarzenegger Goes to Hollywood in a Dogme 95 film. Not surprisingly, Copenhagenize Consulting is NOT credited... :-)

The Larry vs Harry Assembly Movie Part One - The Steering Rod

The Larry vs Harry Assembly Movie Part Deux - The Front Fork

The Larry vs Harry Assembly Movie Part Drei, Schatzi - The Steering Arm

Bikevertising

Here's a bit of bikevertising in Copenhagen. It's an advert for a company that leases stuff like tv's, computers, appliances, etc. The text reads:

"Call 8x8 unless you can fit 42 inches in your bicycle basket!" Speaking the language of the market in which the company operates. The funny this is that I'll bet many people who read the ad did the same thing as I did... actually working out in my head if I could, in fact fit a 42 inch flatscreen in a bicycle basket. At the end of the day it would probably be a bit tricky. But that's what cargo bikes are for...


Speaking of which, this shop has a Bullitt from Larry vs Harry. They sell running gear and they designed a custom box for the bike, shaped like two Nike shoeboxes stacked on top of each other. Instantly recognizable on the streets. Great branding for the company.