Smokestone Bikes designs and builds bespoke titanium adventure and bikepacking bikes in the Cotswolds. Home of the Mr Harry, our flagship all-terrain adventure bike.


Listen Up

The story of Smokestone bikes in song.

Composed by written by - Graham Foot Bicycle Lover.

  • This thing in my head revealed on a board

    A fathers skills passed helped me to record

    From paper to metal dreams so to reveal

    A ride has been born and some like the feel

    Your time it will come

    Smokey rider

    A shed for the layers gave many a crown

    New born in those hills the classic went down

    The country got cross

    But the times were so good

    With the spoils of success

    News spread through the hood

    Smokey rider

    Smokey rider

    Your time will come

    A paw print so large proved not to go down

    A threat from the man caused many to frown

    Tolls taken for some this could be the brink

    A district came calling Gave time so to think.

    and so…

    A Nomad awakened

    Those thoughts once aside

    A trio brought forward

    A soft steed to go ride.

    Is it time for

    Smokey rider

    So smokey took flight

    With girth to enjoy

    Came numbers 2 tons

    True colours employed

    Ole Hendy they followed

    From far and from wide

    His tribe it did swell

    The time it did glide

    The family it grew

    It bore a Tie bride

    Adventures did bow

    A lifetime of pride

    Soon Harry came calling

    With his wee flat mate

    He dropped for a favour

    Please don’t hesitate

    Smokey rider

    So cool

    Smokey rider

    oh man

    Here we go…

    The Raven it rose

    Too big for it's boots

    All Teeth in a box

    All smart full of hoops

    The rubber is plenty

    For those in the know

    So swelled overland

    And so it does go

    Smokey Rider

    Um

    Smokey Rider

    Yeah boy

    Smokey Rider

    Hi yall

    Smokey rider

    Shout just climb aboard

    For those in the crew

    The wheels keep a turning

    Adventure is so true

    Make time to remember

    With pals of a mind

    Soul brothers and sisters

    They are of a kind

    Yes its time for

    Those smokey riders

    Those smokey riders

    Smokey Riders

    And so...

    From paper to metal

    Dreams so did reveal

    The rides were so born

    And they did like the feel...

    Now

    Thoughts drift to the past

    And who bore the name

    One lost oh so young

    His memory remains

    So

    Go where your badge with pride

    You Smokey rider

    Come join

    Smokey rider

    My friends

    Smokey rider

    Live on

    Smokey rider

    Ole smokey rider

    Still miss you my friend 

    Smokestone.

image Michael Page