A decade old Belgian affair
Nearly ten years ago… The previous evening’s Eurostar arrival after dark and subsequent confusion with taxi collection involving a side of the economy best left forgotten seemed like ancient history. I was riding around Paal […]
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Not riding up the Koppenberg
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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Found negatives of lost Belgian moments
Our barn is home to a number of hoards. One is early nineties Specialized Crossroads bikes. Others, a lifetime of magazine addiction, a book inheritance and perhaps the most precious one to me, all my […]
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