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I don’t remember that much about popping over the channel to ride, watch racing and eat chips with Ridley and Bioracer at the Ronde van Vlaanderen because I was coming out of an opiate daze […]
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I will start this life change with a small but poignant mantra… As much as one should never judge a book by it’s cover, they should always judge a country by it’s tea bags. You […]
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Looking back, we were so naïve, ignorant, underdressed. Clueless to a country’s people and their fight for a life we not only took for granted but flaunted so ungracefully. I remember this never being more […]
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A year after my life changed in the pull of a brake lever but a year before the world changed too, I picked up a camera for the first time post accident to make some […]
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What can you say about Girona that hasn’t been said already? Especially to a cyclist. So I won’t bang on about the town here, apart from to say that to a Londoner living in a […]
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A talented photographic contemporary and dear friend of mine once said to me, “All cameras are just boxes with holes in the front really, it’s what you look at through them that matters.” And that […]
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I’d driven past this part of the Cote d’Azur a few times without stopping. Then The Belgian made an appointment for us both and it appeared on my map. But it wasn’t new to my […]
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I was always of a singletracked mind. Riding mountain bikes in England usually turned the bars toward hidden technical trails like a water diviner finding a stream. That was what the bikes I owned sought […]
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