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Month: February 2018

2018 || 9

Snagging on the undergrowth I search for the little known bit bridleway out of the park. It used to be here, where’s it gone? Over the fence panels I can […]
2018 || 9

2018 || 8

A nice day for a race. Had a shocker. No legs. Felt empty. Rode like crap. Should probably stick to audaxing. Go out to play one lunchtime after a couple […]
2018 || 8

2018 || 7

Get caught up in the Olympic slope style womens qualifying so the sun has breached the horizon before I hit the seafront. The cold air bites, instantly I regret cotton […]
2018 || 7

2018 || 6

World Cancer Day. Chats and cakes with mates to remember friends who no longer ride but are always there somewhere. Frozen ruts and a bitter northerly, the waning moon fading […]
2018 || 6

2018 || 5

Vapour trails drawn in orange pastel sticks across the sky, smudged by the wind. Over my shoulder a Monet smear of bruised mauves and indigoes. Back and forth over the […]
2018 || 5