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Around Paul Components: Final Part – The Stockroom

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Once the Paul Component has been signed off as meeting the grade, it get’s passed over to the assembly and packing room.


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Inside DZR Shoes with Brian Dillman


DSC_0623Whilst in San Francisco, I visited DZR Shoes where I caught up with Brain Dillman, who’s now their business development manager, to learn more about the brand and some of their latest doings…

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Around Paul Components: Part One – Design Process

paul comp logoOn our travels through California, we took a slight detour to the small town of Chico to visit the lovely folk at Paul Components.

Having built up a great relationship over the past few years through email, it was nice to finally put some faces to the names behind the brand as well as look at how some of the most beautiful bike parts around are made.

We were greeted at the front door of the unassuming factory (although they like to call it the “shop”) by Kate Carmichael – a key cog in the Paul Components team.

After a catch up on each others latest doings; Kate had just got back from Bespoked Bristol, which she added was a huge success for the brand, we were ready for the famous guided shop tour. I was like an excited child the night before Christmas…

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Cosmic chats with Ollie of Brisbane Bike Polo

DSC_0044During our time in Brisbane, Australia, we were kindly hosted by the oh sooo awesome Ollie Wykeham of Brisbane Bike Polo.

We had the best time hanging with Ollie, who in true local style, took us to all the best spots for food, drink (beer and coffee) and sight seeing. I also got to play heaps of Bike Polo with Ollie and the strong emerging scene. Again, big thanks guys.

But if you know Ollie, you also know he’s got a lot to say about life and of course bike polo. Therefore, who better to sit down with over a good coffee and talk all things bike polo…

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