Middleburn
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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Never meet your heroes…wearing just your pants
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 […]
Read MoreThe House of Yellow
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 […]
Read MoreTo Tucson
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 […]
Read MoreWet
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 […]
Read MoreCampagnolo
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 […]
Read MoreTwenty Four
Every year, about January I start to feel excited at the prospect that in a few months time it’ll be Mayhem. This could be because, being British there is an inherent hopefulness about the weather. […]
Read MoreIn the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions.
I sit on a small stone wall in a closed ski station car park, pretty much atop a mountain camera and long glass ready waiting for a bunch of cyclists a couple of kilometres back […]
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