Last thursday marked the first attempt of the speed record on a cargo bike by the man-myth, Rasmus Quaade. Immortalised in danish cycling at a young age by the excellent Daniel Dencik documentary Moonrider, Quaade has also been country’s time trial champion and we could not think of a candidate more suited to attempting the record. Aside from this, the man is cool as feck and rocks the best moustache, this side of the 18th century.
Many months in the making due to various product launches and Rasmus’ hectic tour schedule on the Cult Continental Team, we finally managed to assemble a flock of Bullitt owners and enthusiasts out on an abandoned airstrip north of Copenhagen. In the days running up to the attempt, Claus, the stalwart mechanic at Larry vs Harry feverishly built the designated Indigo Bullitt up with a hefty selection of drool-worthy parts, including a pretty wild time trial cockpit and the ever impressive Dura Ace Di2 groupset. We looked nervously at the weather forecast, trying to collectively come up with a half-decent synopsis. Things were looking patchy and a cursed cross wind looked ever more likely.
The day of the record attempt dawned and a dedicated crowd of around thirty- five Bullitt riders arrived at the shop in driving rain and greeted both old and new friends whilst we gathered spare inner tubes, distributed beer and other essential spares amongst the bikes. As if by some holy reckoning, as we crossed Dronning Louise’s Bro into Nørrebro and started our journey north the sun peeked from behind the storm clouds and graced us with it’s warmth. As we pedalled up to Værløse Flyvestation, the airstrip 20km north of Copenhagen, we were joined by the ever cheerful and industrious Cykelkokken, the Bullitt based chef whose ambitious meals-on-wheels never fail to impress, not just due to the quality and quantity of food he makes, but by the incredible warmth and enthusiasm he always brings to an arrangement. With Quaade heading up the procession and the assorted bicycle based tomfoolery in full swing, the ride was over in a flash and we found ourselves staring down the airstrip marvelling at the scale of it all.
Once assembled, we mounted the prerequisite cans of Cult energy drink aboard Rasmus’ Bullitt as, let’s be honest unless the bike is bearing cargo, it cannot really be referred to as a Cargo-bike Speed Record. The amassed cargo weighed a not insignificant 26kg and we were given the green light by master of ceremonies for the evening, Hans Bullitt Fogh. Quaade removed his warm-up kit to reveal a skinsuit fitting for the occasion and a pair of legs, so chiselled, the Greek term Adonis would not be unfitting. Timekeepers and marshals were placed accordingly and we were a-gogo. Two attempts of 2km along the length of the airstrip were to be ridden, with the average speed of the two runs taken.
Watching the professional road cyclist pilot the Bullitt, drop jawed to an average speed of 42.3km/h, I was struck not only by the speed achieved but more by the grace and composure with which Rasmus Quaade demonstrated. It was a phenomenal sight, briefly put. The first run finished in a blindingly quick 2:37.97, with a speed of 48km/h. On. A. Cargobike…..The second run (3:02.72) was battling with the wind a little and so brought the average speed down, nevertheless and ever buoyant, Quaade cheerily accepted congratulations from the crowd, the local town council and conducted interviews with television crews. As the sun retreated to the horizon, we feasted on hot, salted beef bagels with pickles, courtesy of Cykelkøkken and drank the beer booze dry.
As we rode home, through the forest with lights a-twinkling through the trees, I was struck by the sense of community around this bike. The Bullitt, regardless of occasion, never fails to generate an enthusiastic crowd of wellwishers and helpers. So thanks to all who made this Speed Record possible, Rasmus Quaade first and foremost, but also to the many others whose ever-willing commitment and contribution to the Bullitt and to Larry vs Harry keeps our wheels-a-turnin’.