A moment of sadness in an upturned world.
A couple of days ago I learned that the mum of my ‘Italian family’ passed away this week. This left me numb with sadness as my virtual sister told me on the telephone from Italy. […]
Read MoreTo visit your homeland as a tourist. In the rain. In the seventies.
In a once familiar pattern of answering the batphone to Specialized, being given a fly by wire brief and packing co-ordinates and cameras onto a plane, I landed in my previously native London and took […]
Read MoreDrive to Belgium to photograph a famous bicycle. Then drop it…
Another call from Specialized. Another solo road trip with co-ordinates and cameras. This time Belgium the next day for the building of Marcel Kittel’s new missile ready for the start of the Belgian classics a […]
Read MoreA friend of a friend that builds bikes
As tends to happen in the cycling world, a visit to a friend in Santa Barbara led to a friendship being made with a couple of coffee roasters, which in turn led on to a […]
Read MoreRestart as you mean to go on
Reading about a good friend’s arrival to interview Gordon Murray, in this month’s Car Magazine and thinking he’d be the nightmare visitor because of what he’d arrived in reminded me of my only visit to […]
Read More‘You’ve been Schlecked’…
There was a time when Nice and Monaco were more familiar and dare I say it, routine to me than my hometown London. That’s probably true of many a lensperson in cycling to a local […]
Read MoreI suppose I could have changed my name…
It was a few years ago now and the second time I’d been up the Atomium building in central Brussels and not found any chips at the top. I know the Belgians like a dollop […]
Read MorePerspective
The little issues – missing a workout or rain stopping play – fretted about over the years are brought into perspective when you experience real catastrophe on two wheels on a foreign road. I learned […]
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