Stepping back in time for the day
Picture this if you will. Le Mans 24hr weekend. Setting off in the direction of Le Mans at breakfast, pulling in at tea time, but on a train. There’s something wrong with that in the […]
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Picture this if you will. Le Mans 24hr weekend. Setting off in the direction of Le Mans at breakfast, pulling in at tea time, but on a train. There’s something wrong with that in the […]
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The British don’t tend to shout about things they’ve achieved. Not so much these days anyway. There’s a deep sense of a fall from grace about this little island and in some ways it’s justified. […]
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We used to have mix tapes. Making a mix tape was an important thing. It could represent a number of things, love, friendship, meditation, company on the road, but it meant something. And it lasted. […]
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They say never meet your heroes. When it’s said they should add that if you do though, you perhaps ought not really open your hotel room door to them at 1am wearing nothing but your […]
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I’ve always wanted to go to the house of yellow. There are a few brands that have been there on and off, my whole cycling life but Mavic is one that seems to have consistently been […]
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Seated in the sky for what felt like days, landing was a good feeling. An hour spurned waiting then convincing customs that a rogue banana wasn’t in fact a threat to national security added a […]
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Wet through before it’s begun. Gore-Tex, Gabba, grimace wet. A wall of grey turning black above and black below. Three or four white lines to the false horizon. Back in England. 23mm tyres and carbon […]
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The last time I was in Vicenza was 1984. I seem to remember we stayed at a monastery or a convent for some reason and I watched the European Cup football final on TV with […]
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