The art of cyclo-cross

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It was cool and relatively mild. The sun shone, but a keen easterly took the shine off.  Riders thudded past as Jim looked on. “Key changes”. “Sorry?” said Jim, suddenly aware of the… Continue reading

The story

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There’s a story behind the picture above, but that’s for another day. Yesterday saw the start of the Welsh cyclo-cross season, under beautiful autumn skies and under the gaze of watchful Welsh hills.… Continue reading

Think British roads are dangerous?

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Think British Roads are dangerous? Well they are, obviously. But spare a thought for cyclists in Buenos Aries. This disturbing footage captured by Canadian tourist Alexander Hennessy, gives you a little taste of what… Continue reading

Home is where the heart is. Where the plans are made. Where legs are rested. Souls revived.

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Shelter’s latest magazine dropped on my mat. I placed it on the little table next to my sofa. I made a cup of tea and located the welsh cakes. Absent mindedly kicked around… Continue reading

Cycle art – Covered in cyclocross

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“Covered in Cyclocross” by Michael Valenti. Well…..It’s that time of year isn’t it? :) You can buy copies of the poster here.

“Cycling….discriminatory form of transport”

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Have you heard the one about the lady Tory councillor, modest clothing and the free bike scheme? It sounds like the start of a non-pc joke, but it’s not. An article in today’s… Continue reading

N’est ce pas?

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  When the weather is good, I love watching the city come alive. People sauntering to work before 8, avoiding the crowds that come later. The fresh smell of java from the coffee… Continue reading

Into the distance

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  I sat on a train on Saturday for hours. And hours. And hours. Cold beneath fearsome arctic air-con. Bored. I texted home. I AM ON TRAIN …. HEADED NNE…TROPICS DANGLY BUT WEATHER… Continue reading

Cycle art – Retro love

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My Carlton lying on a bed of grass. What a tease :) Cycle art by me.

Abandoned Part 33

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Another dollar, another day. Lookin’ along the sidewalk I stumbled across a John Doe lying prone. From 30 feet away he looked like a lot of class. From 10 feet away he looked… Continue reading