Race reports here tend to subject you the reader to a smorgasbord of differing flavours of near misses, failures, incidents, malaise or just straight up mid-pack mediocrity.
But this post, well, this one g...
For most people reading this, the last bike you purchased probably looks relatively different now from that first moment you put a #newbikeday Gram pic up.
Our intense relationships with our steeds are ultim...
When I first repatriated to NZ in 2017, I was mildly bemused to learn that the number 1 selling vehicle, of any description was... The Ford Ranger. For those that aren't car enthusiasts, it's essentially an ove...
Editorial note - Part 2 of TasMANIA began as a draft long before the world started to get rat fucked by Cuntvid19, the only upside of being locked down for the next 4 weeks is that it's afforded a rare window t...
My 2019 storytelling form was so woeful that not only did I produce a record low number of posts, moving to more of a monthly edition style, I didn't even get out some major mission rants in the process. In sic...
Initially it's going to sound like I'm working for the Breil-sur-Roya tourism council as I enshrine Day 5 on #TP19, but I can't describe enough how much I was loving being in this new location. Ok, so granted I...
When the 2019 Trans Provence daily data points were initially revealed on line, Seb Kemp neatly summarised Day 4 in the most perfect and eloquent one line description:
'The unraveling'
When I read that, I cou...
Given the glacial pace at which I am punching out these TP19 race reports, I'm starting to feel more like a historian documenting a momentous historical event than a blogger. But that feels completely appropria...
Bit of a strange one to write up is Day 2, and not just because I'm mostly penning this on holiday, where the relaxation feels like a disgusting contrast to the liaison suffering of the day in question. Adding ...
Right now, as I sit with my own expectations laden on my shoulders like my overloaded EVOC pack with a baguette sticking out of it, there is only one thing more daunting than the endless supply of French switch...