Tick follows tock follows tick…
The clock is ticking. It’s a clock of my own making, but a clock nonetheless. It will count down untilContinue Reading
Category: real life cycling
The times they are a changin’
There’s one ride each year when everything has changed. It’s a smell in the air and just a hint, that’sContinue Reading
Vacancy: Dutchman wanted. Full training given. Belgians need not apply.
There is only one additional training aid I think could make use of: a Dutchman. A straight talking, no-nonsense, niceties-lost-in-translation, dweller of the Low Countries…
Talk to the caveman ‘cos the cyclist ‘aint listening
I’m ravenous and I have to eat. It’s primal, it’s prehistoric… the wolf is already in the house and if it doesn’t move fast I’m going to scoff it.
ragtime cyclist 