cyclocross
Went and heckled friends at the 2016 London X League cyclocross team champs on Sunday. Wasn’t as revoltingly cold as last year. Then again I got a lift up with […]
commuting
I’ve written a blog post about the joys of bicycle commuting, for my friends over at Morvelo. Click on the photo below to read it. Many thanks to Lois at Morvelo […]
cyclocross
Stretched out along the fence line, the peloton splinters into clumps of riders. Shadows tumbling down hillsides. Pedalling not against the gradient but the wind. Silhouettes scattered along the next […]
cycling
I know I said last week this wouldn’t be out until January 2016, but it was finished today.
cycling
A craftsman at work, a skill that is second nature: Cut, grind, file, clamp, fit, braze, weld. Repeat. Back and forth, here, there, this bench, that jig. Sparks flying from […]
cycling
The final chase. The last race of the night. A madison, an undetermined number of laps. The fug of the previous 40 laps of the dernies hangs in the artificially […]
audax
04:29, Dyke Road, Brighton, heading for London. Underworld are played […]
audax
Sat in a village hall, with a slices of cake […]
cyclocross
A few photos from yesterday sitting in the sun, drinking beer, and heckling friends at the London X League race at Happy Valley, Brighton. Full set of photos over at […]
cycling
For ages I’ve been meaning to do a ride from Brighton along the coast to Eastbourne to the Towner Gallery, and then on to Bexhill to the De La Warr […]
cyclocross
The Mary Towneley Loop is 47 miles of bridleway that forms part of the Pennine Bridleway, and straddles the border of Yorkshire and Lancashire. I was expecting this to be […]
cycling
Total Ascent 9371m Ride 4: Thusday 23 July / 203km / 4111m Gagnac-sur-Cere // Camps // >> D14 // >> D1120/D120 // Montvert // Bends, then long straight // << […]
cycling
Headwind. Headwind. Headwind. Three hour nap on a ferry. Headwind.
cycling
Rest day. A book, a bottle of wine, sitting under a tree.
cycling
The best thing about camping is being gently woken by the dawn chorus. The worst thing about camping is the dawn chorus starting at 5 a.m. And thus starts another […]
cycling
I rattle and rumble down the ferry gangway into early morning France. It’s around 5am and I’ve not had anywhere near enough sleep. Out of the port and it’s left […]