It would seem that there are homegrown velopunks in the UK. Last January, London's fixe prix shed their hoodies and rolled up jeans for the civilizing comfort of tweed ... Saville Row tweed. Or at least they headed over to that venerable locale of every discerning, gentleman cyclist. And as they say, timing is everything. Imagine if our British Cousins had postponed the run for sometime around now. Hip-length Wellies would've been the order of the day. Fortunately, the fine, mild January temperatures didn't sodden their kit, nor dampen the high spirits ... nor bruise the copious libations.