COMMUNITY
COMMUNITY
It all started on our sofa in London, where we chose the name Velovie. Then over Christmas at Elsa's parents' house in the south of France, we registered the company over, cheese and a growing certainty that this was the right thing to do.
Nine weeks later, we were on the island of Mallorca picking up the keys to a dusty old restaurant we'd never seen before. We refurbished it ourselves over three months — with our own hands, a lot of borrowed tools, and two people who had no business doing what they were about to do
We opened the Clubhouse. A cycling café in the heart of one of the greatest cycling destinations on earth. It was everything we'd dreamed of.
THE CLUBHOUSE YEARS
THE CLUBHOUSE YEARS
The idea was simple: come for a coffee, check the map, download the routes, join the WhatsApp. Someone from the community will ride with you, and you'll go home with new friends. No guide fees. No strangers charging you to show you somewhere beautiful.
We started making kit. People wore it. People wanted it.
But here's the honest version: running a café kept us off the bike. We wanted to be at the café stop - not making the coffees. We wanted to be IN it. Not watching the group rides leave towards the sunrise from behind the espresso machine.
WHY WE CAME HOME
WHY WE CAME HOME
The kit is built the way we'd want to buy it: real specs, no shortcuts on construction, prices that earn their place. The guides exist because we believe you shouldn't have to pay a stranger to show you somewhere. The community — the VCC — is the whole point. It's why we started, why we came back, and what we're most proud of.
And next year, there'll be a camper van with a Rocket espresso machine in the back. One of us driving to the meeting point, one of us leading the ride, home-baked cakes on the tailgate when you get back.
Elsa
Born in Toulouse. Grew up going to Tour de France stages with her family - that's her first cycling memory. Spent a decade in London before Mallorca came calling.
She started on a heavy mountain bike because it was the bike she had. Rode road group rides on it without hesitation. Rode a hundred kilometres to Cambridge solo, unprepared, because she wanted to set herself a challenge — then rode back the next day. She specialised in decoration and design before Mallorca. Now she designs jerseys instead of canvases.
She'll outclimb you before you've finished your coffee.
Jamie
Grew up in Hampshire. Spent twenty years in London, fifteen in tech - and somewhere along the way became the kind of person who owns twelve bikes, has named every one of them, and considers a Sunday morning on the toolbox with a cup of tea and a Kit Kat the greatest luxury on earth.
He'll spot your bike's brand and groupset from a hundred yards. His friends call him Hobbit. He travelled eight hours by train to collect a Boardman 9.8 Air from a car park and has never been so happy in his life.
