Archive for July, 2012

New product – Hydration Pack

Since starting Duffbag early in 2011 we have always intended to add a hydration pack to the range. Sure there are many hydration packs out there but quite simply we don’t think they offer great value, who really wants to shell out £50 – £80 on a hydration pack that will take a right pounding and get covered in mud every ride? Further to this we have developed the bad habit of filling up our existing hydration pack with lots of gear, just because we can. This all adds weight so we wanted a pack that would take the essentials, 2.5ltrs of water, spare tube, tyre levers, multitool and energy bar.

Our pack features adjustable shoulder and sternum strap, internal 2.5ltr bladder and bite valve.

Internal storage area

Our new hydration pack ticks all these boxes and is priced at a very competitive £29.95 although we have these on a special introductory offer of just £24.95 while stocks last, even nicer!


New product, waterproof phone pouch

One of the problems with riding around on a bike is that it rains quite a lot, especially in the UK and most especially this year with the wet summer we have had. I like to ride with my iphone in the rear jersey pocket of my cycle shirt or in my hydration pack as I log all my rides with the Runkeeper app on my phone. Naturally I want to keep my phone dry so have sourced these really neat waterproof pouches for smart phones.



I have tested these extensively and find they work really well, I have even completely submerged the pouch and it is completely watertight, the spec says down to 10 metres. You can use the phone through the clear plastic window and can even make and take calls with the phone inside the pouch.

Nice secure locking mechanism

I have tried this on an iphone 4 and iphone 4S and it all fits really comfortably, I have also tested it using a Samsung Galaxy Ace again no problems.

Comes complete with lanyard


 17.4 cm x 11.5 cm x 1.3 cm

Best of all is the price, they are usually £14.95 but we have them on special at just £9.95 while stocks last.


London to Dover on cycle route 1

Cycle route 1 runs from the Shetland Isles down through Scotland, through England to Dover. At some point we have the crazy notion of riding all of it but for now we are content to ride it in smaller chunks. We did the London to Dover section in two chunks as it is 113 miles long. The route does not run directly it kind of meanders along the Thames and through the Kent countryside. The first leg of the ride was London to Whitstable, a more manageable 80 miles

We set off from home very early at 5.00am as we had to do a little bit of work in London first but with that out the way, we were ready for our departure point in Denmark Hill SE5 for a little after 10.00am.

Now the easy route to Whitstable would be just to burn out of town on the main roads using the bus and cycle lanes across to Blackheath and then weave our way through the Kent countryside clocking up 55 miles. Easy? Not for us, we had been studying the map and wanted something more challenging, we figured we could ride a route along the Thames using cycle paths, picking up the National Cycle Route 1 and follow it down the Thames Estuary to Whitstable. The distance is a lot further – pushing eighty (80) miles and much of it would be off road using routes we had never ridden, what could possibly go wrong? Well read on to find out…

Here we are getting ready to depart Denmark Hill, London SE5. We were not sure what the best bike for the terrain would be, so we took a road bike and a mountain bike as a test, I rode the roadbike, my friend Gordon rode the mountain bike – one of us made the wrong choice as you will find out… Some last minute checks of the route and we were off into the badlands of Sarf London innit.

A couple of short cuts through some alleys and into some dodgy looking estates saw us flying through Peckam Rye and across a couple of little parks. London is full of these little green oasis, with characteristic black railings and wooden benches, most of them have a cycle path cutting right across them which breaks up the urban sprawl and concrete.

Typical narrow London streets bought us into a busy street market, piled with all kinds of junk, from old chairs to street signs and a great reggae soundtrack to ride to, we weaved our way carefully through, the bullet proof locals hardly giving us a glance.

From here it was past some “under the arches” type enterprises, complete with fierce dog on a chain and over a rickety bridge onto some wasteground with Millwall football club’s infamous “Den” dominating the view. I should have got a photograph as it is quite impressive but my riding partner was a lifelong Arsenal fan and I didn’t want to offend him by photographing his rivals from over he water. In hindsight I should have taken the shot, but hey ho, another time.

Within no time we found ourselves on the river, where the atmosphere changes completely, the light is different, the breeze picks up and the air is (mostly) fresher, people are strolling and the river itself is busy with barges and water taxis scurrying and chugging about their business.

I shot this with a camera phone and on distance shots it is a bit grainy, but you can make out central London and the City in the distance with Norman Foster’s “Gherkin” characteristic outline in the centre as well as some of the redevelopment that has changed London’s skyline significantly over recent years. After our pause for a photo opportunity it was onwards towards Greenwich and its famous observatory, reminiscent of school trips from years gone by. Sure enough as we weaved our way through parties of schoolchildren it was apparent that not much has changed and it is still a rite of passage that local kids still make.

With both of us swivelling around like a bunch of tourists seeing London for the first time the inevitable happened – I rode clean into the side of Gordon, with me landing in a heap with one foot still in the cleats and a knee that hit the ground with a thud. A quick dust off and we rode on with our dignity just about intact, flipping hurt though…

We were riding parallel with London Docklands on the Isle of dogs with its gleaming skyscrapers, a far cry from how it looked 20 years ago. I remember working in the area when the first tower was being built on Canary Wharf – 1 Canada Square and watching it go up at the rate of a floor a week, topping out at 800ft it was by far the tallest building in London and visible for miles around, it is now joined by towers with signs for Barclays, Citibank, HSBC and others, who would have though that twenty years ago these bright young city types and money men would be working on the Isle of Dogs and all its historic grittiness? I still think it looks great though.

The picture above shows the collection of buildings in Docklands slowly emerging from the foreground as we ride parallel from the opposite bank, to reveal themselves in their reflective splendor in the picture below

Our next landmark was the o2 arena or Millenium Dome as most people know it. The usual view of the o2 is for me from the Blackwall Approach, heading into London, so it was amazing to ride right up to it and see it from a completley different angle. We were seeing familiar sights from a completely different perspective, crossing London by bike you see and feel much more and cover ground much quicker than you ever could by car, hey we were enjoying this!

There were a few diversions in place which took us around the peninsula in a slightly disjointed way and we started to make some good progress on the deserted cycle paths that lead you further up the estuary, we weaved through the queue for the Woolwich Ferry and the smell of burgers from the greasy spoon van in the carpark that has been there as long as I can remember on on into Woolwich Arsenal, to the most surprising view of a very smart new development of apartments and some really interesting statues by the artist Peter Burke. I am ashamed to say that we felt the need to customise the artwork by including our bikes into the sculpture.

Time to get the hammer down and it was head down and speed towards Erith and its fragrant industrial odour of fertilizer, plastic, aggregates and errr sewage, it felt more isolated here compared to the bustle of the city and the marshland opened up before us to reveal the Queen Elizabeth II bridge at Dartford.

This is another memory for me as I worked in Essex for a while when this was being built and watched it grow day by day, week by week, again I still think it is a good looking structure, not up there with the Norman Foster bridge over Millau in France, but sad as it may sound it is a nice looking bridge (note to self: bridge spotting is not a healthy hobby)

Dartford, that jewel of a gateway to North Kent was the location for our glamorous lunch stop on a trading estate on the outskirts, time to fuel up and get on, just time to notice that my shoes match my bike – nice.

With carbs, protein and fluid on board it was time to push on, we still had 40 plus miles to go and needed to get on. It was about now that we realised that this was turning into a bit of an epic ride and we would have to start eating up the miles if we had any chance of making Whitstable on time.

The terrain changed…

From nice smooth tarmac and concrete to gravel path, I was on a twitchy lightweight road bike, mile after mile of bumpy pot holed gravel were beginning to take its toll on me physically, there was no give in the frame or forks and I was feeling every bump and pothole as the shocks shuddered through the frame – this bit was not fun and I was getting my old problem of cramp in my left shoulder, that I knew would only get worse.

We pushed on and ticked off Dartford, Gravesend and Hoo (love that name) and got used to riding along the Medway rather than Thames. Then. We hit real problems. real big problems.

Lottery money or some Millenium fund or other had stumped up money for a new cycle path, so a very straight path had been laid using type 1 aggregate. Type 1 is great big lumps of hard white stone that kind of settles down over time to become a fairly smooth pathway that drains nicely. Trouble is the council looked like they had laid it yesterday and we had the job of compacting it for them.

This is the point that we discovered that a road bike with its fragile and skinny tyres was the wrong choice, 100 metres in the rear tyre was completely flat. Not that kind of spongy let’s try some more air flat. this was ride on the rim flat.

Off with the wheel, fix the puncture, no problem. No problem until we counted the seven snake bite punctures…

I banged in a new tube, Gordon got patching on the old tube, off we go.

100 meters – back on the rim again, completely trashed tube.

No road nearby, no more spare tubes, in the middle of nowhere and 7 miles from the nearest bike shop in Rochester, we were in the sh*t and we knew it.

The plan was for me to start walking whilst Gordon went ahead to the bike shop and rode back with some new tubes, so that is what we did. The type 1 path from hell lasted another mile and gave way to tarmac. Gordon had had a brain wave…

Why not see if we could stuff and stretch one of his spare mountain bike tubes into my super skinny race tyres? With little other options we gave it a try. Now if anyone reading this knows Gordon at this point it is best to just stand back and let him do his thing as special tools appear from bags and pockets and he becomes a blur of activity. Its best to shut up too at this point as he concentrates, otherwise he will tell you off, especially if your bike falls on him, as mind did – sorry Gordon.

Well we found out that you can stuff a mountain bike tube into a road bike tyre – just – and it will stay inflated.

So onwards once more with me imagining a blow out any second, as the miles flew by and with confidence growing it was over the Medway bridge and a quick stop at the cycle store in Rochester High Street for a pair of spare tubes before they shut.

We ticked off Chatham, Gillingham and off into another country park to the well signposted Rainham and then off into the countryside for our next target – Sittingbourne. A bit of a signage problem found us way out the way at the Sheppey bridge so it was a bit of a detour into the delightful town of Sittingbourne with its friendly young people that gave us such a warm welcome of cold hard stares expletives and a police drug bust (I kid you not) that only East Kent can do so well.

At this stage it was starting to get dark as we pushing towards 7 o’clock and without lights it was getting dangerous so we called in the Duffbus to come and get us 20 miles short of our destination. We had racked up 67 hard miles and learnt a lot about the route and the preparation we need for our next attempt before the event at the end of May.

Damn good ride and a very interesting one, thoroughly recommended – but take the right bike!

Update… I have since completed this route twice, once on a singlespeed (ouch) and last time on a geared mountain bike. The geared mountain bike was best! It was just over eighty miles and a great day’s ride. If I pick things up from the account above where we bailed out at Sittingbourne the town after Sittingbourne is Faversham and the track becomes more of a shale kind of track that is nicely traffic free. From Faversham it is on through the Graveney marshes and Whitstable is visible in the distance with the sea on the left. It is strange riding towards such a familiar landmark having started riding nearly eighty miles away, having made it across Whitstable it was down to the beach for a well earned beer and barbecue, perfect.

Now for the second leg… Whitstable to Dover

As I live near Whitstable in Kent it was decided that a group of us would ride the cycle route 1 to Dover and then loop back making for a ride of 75 miles. Leaving Whitstable you ride along a disused railway line that has been converted into a cycle path. The route is called the Crab and Winkle as reference to the trains that used to run from Whitstable bringing seafood to the people of Canterbury. The route is a shale type cycle path and is traffic free. There are a couple of road crossings but these are across very quiet roads. You enter Canterbury at the Kent University campus and thee route passes through the campus. The city of Canterbury sits in a natural bowl, so there is a steep descent into the city followed by a steep ascent back out. Canterbury has a beautiful cathedral and medieval street network. It also has a horrible ring road, but cyclists are provided for with a handy dedicated lane/ path that cuts most of the traffic out.

Heading out of Canterbury you pass through the town of Fordwich, which apparently is England’s smallest town and was once navigable by sea. There is a very steep climb up a very narrow lane that heads you out towards Stodmarsh and winds you through quiet Kentish lanes and eventually onto the quaint town of Sandwich. The route crosses a toll road (free to cyclists) and through the golf course, next to the sea. It is quite exposed here and you can expect a fairly strong headwind to work against you. Departing Sandwich you will arrive at the town of Deal, which has some nice old regency type buildings and a rather ugly pier. Cycle route 1 then heads out through Walmer with its famous castle and onwards towards the White Cliffs of Dover.

Approaching Dover with the castle in the centre of the picture and the English Channel to the left

This part is really quite pleasant and traffic free with a gentle climb onwards to Dover with spectacular views of the lighthouse and castle. You enter Dover through a series of gates owned by the National Trust with fantastic views of the docks and boats as they come and go between Dover and Calais. The only real disappointment is the final descent down to the docks which has a large number of steps which means carrying your bikes. Once down at the bottom the cycle route leaves into the town of Dover along the seafront.

Overlooking the docks at Dover with ferries shuttling to and fro

The return loop to Whitstable was a made up kind of Garmin assisted route through the Kentish lanes. All in all a great ride, clocking up another 70 miles in total for the round trip, certainly one to repeat.

New Monster and Race bag videos

I had been meaning to update the product videos for some time, it was just one of those jobs that kept getting put back so with a new burst of motivation I booked out three days last week to get some filming together. The weather was perfect and we spent two days in the Kent countryside getting together sufficient footage to make a couple of 3-4 minute videos that captured what our bike bags are about.

We wanted to capture the elements of a ride as well as showing how practical our bike bags are to use, despite getting bitten by mosquitoes no less than 32 times we are quite pleased with the results, see for yourself…


From a technical point of view the entire footage was shot on an iphone in HD using a Steadicam Tripod mount and two separate tripods with different heights. The edit was made using Adobe Elements Premier 10 on a Frankenstein hyper build PC. I would usually use a Mac out of preference but for sheer processing power the Quad Core Monster PC was the way to go.

We intend to make many more videos in the near future so watch this space.