This bike at the Bratislava Transport Museum might look at though it’s been cobbled together by a particularly imaginative joiner who’d had one too many glasses of some generic lager, but this is a genuine and functioning bicycle crafted by Matúš Povala in 1922. He put it together when he was just sixteen and clearly not burdened by a fear of splinters or broken tailbones, but he was burdened by a lack of money. Born in the village of Pucov in the Orava region of Slovakia, Povala apparently looked at the trees around him, the limitations of early 20th-century transportation, and decided the two should meet. What emerged was less a bicycle and more a moving testament to both ambition and absolute disregard for modern comfort, but it was affordable and ultimately well engineered.
Povala rode this handmade beast from Orava all the way to Prague in 1922 which is around 500 kilometres of not-so-gentle terrain—on a bike that looks like it’s better suited for intimidating firewood than actual travel. Apparently, he managed to earn some money showing off his invention to curious onlookers, although most of it was reportedly stolen by a charming chap in Prague which feels rather sub-optimal. In true central European fashion, he returned home with ten korunas and probably a lot of stories. Personally, I wonder if my cycling friend Liam could get very far on this, although I couldn’t even get to Prague on a normal bike as I get tired easily and need to stop a lot.



















