Watching any of the glut of crime shows on TV at the moment, it seems that there ain’t nothing cooler these days than fast cars, fast guns and even faster one-liners. But while modern detectives can seemingly solve any crime in 45 minutes (plus ad breaks), none of them have got shit on Sherlock Holmes. Choosing his need for tweed over the need for speed, Holmes was the epitome of suave, gentlemanly style – one bad-ass’, Earl Grey drinkin’, pipe-smokin’ motherf—er.
What’s more, the man knew his way around a bicycle, realising long before Mark Ronson and Spank Rock that a pair of wheels and some dapper threads do wonders with the laydeez. The folks at Fremantle Tweed Run have wrestled back the sanctity of the traditional bicycle from the tight grip of the lycra clad clan for their annual riding event. Grab some pals, deck yourselves out in some sweet tweed threads and complete the short course – there’s some seriously good prizes on offer. If bikes aren’t your thing, head down to the finish line where there will be a host of festivities on offer, including music from Tusk, Sonpsilo Circus, Will Stoker, Ruby Boots, One Tiger Down and more. Elementary!










