That is a picture of the 15:35 unscheduled departure of the “Team Hardcore Loafing” Gazebo. It was last seen heading towards Bridgwater, traveling at thirty knots and still accelerating. More on this, and many other references to “cold”, “windy”, “Muddy” and “generally unpleasant” when I can properly use my fingers again. Chill Blains in mid … Continue reading CLIC24: 2009 – 24 hours of wet.
I’d be eternally* grateful if any of my long standing suffering readers could either: a) Develop a Sun-O-Matic device by Saturday to be tested on the area of Shepton Mallet, or more specifically over a middle-aged, balding man being drowned in a hail of trout. If that’s too big an ask, send umbrellas, or an … Continue reading CLIC24 – Help
After my fantastic performance last year, how could I pass up another opportunity to suffer in exactly the kind of event, I’ve come to loathe. I used to dislike 24hr racing on principle, but now experience has allowed me to really properly hate it. Obviously I’ll be sharing my innovative training regime*, pre-event excuses and … Continue reading CLIC24: 2009
Chronological retelling of something not very exciting rarely makes interesting reading. But – in line with my aims of ever lowering the bar – that’s the way the Clic24 is being Hedgehog’d. If you can’t be arsed to scroll down, here is the adjectival summary: late, rain, beer, tent, snore, hot, arse, stop, start, crash, … Continue reading Clic24: 24 Hours of Rambling.
There is little more wretchedthan a famous sportsperson reversing theirretirement. Except maybe their rationale for doing so: ‘I miss the arena’ / ‘It feels like unfinished business’ / ‘I’ve kept myself in great shape’ all of which are likelyproxies for ‘Bored’ / ‘Unfulfilled’ / ‘Really need the cash‘ The results are rarely pretty. Age is … Continue reading 24 Hour Racing? Again? Hang on, I’m retired…
Watching the sun set over the marina the previous night, it was hard to believe a storm was coming. The sea was flat calm and the air warm and dry as we ambled- in my case ambling in a state or random perambulation after discovering Rhubarb gin – back through the twilight. 7am the following … Continue reading Lon Las Cymru – Day 5
It was exactly two years ago when I last rode MTB with Jess. There are good reasons for this; firstly her rapid limb lengthening rendered her lovely XS Turner redundant. Unless she was considering a career riding BMX. Not that such an option remained viable once I’d sold it. Needed the space in the shed. … Continue reading Parenting – the MTB edition.
Good film. Cut the title in half, and and the production values by about a million and that pretty much summarises our approach to winter. Religiouslyevery two weeks, we’ve made a pilgrimage to shrines of mountain biking sacrosanct in the holy book of saintly images. I’ll leave the God metaphors right there other than to … Continue reading 28 days later
All of us believe there’s certain light conditions*, camera angles, heroic stances, etc which firmly represent our ‘best side’. That’s my knee in July 2006 after an impromptu slice and dice involving Chiltern Flint, over-confidence and stupidity. It’s not the my best side, it’s not even my best knee. Some seven years later a neat … Continue reading Kneed to know.
Back in a time before marketing ruled the world, us plucky brits took one look at the brash offerings from our US cousins before stoutly refusing to adopt the term ‘mountain bike’ for the bastard offspring of a cruiser and a spindly road bike. Over-Priced, Over-Hyped and Over-Here we decreed, while the rump of … Continue reading Mountain Musings