It seems just yesterday I queued nervously outside the exam room waiting to sit my practical exam to become a sports and remedial massage therapist, yet this year marks a decade of working my fingers to the bone, quite literally, to build a little business I feel really proud to be a part of. Surviving…
Being an adult is much like being a child. Life is much more fun when you have a hero, but unlike childhood hero’s ours are real life folk. One of the magical features of my real-life hero is the “Bounce-back Button”. I’ve tried to casually look to see if I can see it, but it…
Undoubtedly the world’s most beautiful race, strung out along both coastlines of Cape Town, where Table Mountain serves up a breath taking view to the start of the mountain range running down to the Cape Peninsula. The Cape Argus Cycle race skirts along the eastern side of this range before turning back along some of…
Who Sam Weller is and why Wochma (a town in Estonia) is beyond me, but for my first and certainly not my last double century of the year, it was a corker of a ride. Given the extreme weather of late and a forecast for lashing rain and howling winds on Saturday and lovely calm…
You may not remember, I sent out a plea “please no one else get married in the first six months of next year.” My plea fell on deaf ears it seems. So it’s back to the drawing board for next years cycling plans as one of our longest standing friends, I saw this chap born,…
On a road bike there is no real packing order, everyone rides where ever in the pack, well bar the few slackers who hide at the back – yes we know you’re there 😉 This all changes when you go off-road – not ala Lance towards the end of the 2003 TdF stage into Gap…
Yesterdays commute home was special. Pedalling along Fulham road towards Parson Green, I had moved to the outside of the cars as there is a left turn the cars take. Many of the cars don’t indicate, nor look for cyclists on their inside before turning, so I take the safer, outside option. Yesterday was different.…
