Spring can get fucked

Yeah, I know, its supposed to be a glorious and exciting time of the year as we shed the icy fuckwittery of winter and get on the glide path for summer. A time for lambs to frolic as they make their way from pa...

The Myth of Masters

This year I've been facing the coinciding twin evils of a steady decline in raw ENDURO pace, and a rhythmic countdown to a significant Birthday milestone in 10 months time that will allow me the faux luxury of ...

Dude, where’s my hardcore?

As I survey the first half of 2017 I realise that my Gram account has done an excellent job of covering up the reality of how things have actually been panning out on the bike. But of course, that's its whole j...

Surviving the Enduropocalypse

So, there's a week to go in what has to be the most bizarre election the world has ever seen. I go to lengths here to not talk about politics, mainly as its as boring as asking someone who works in the Risk Dep...

To Off Season or not to Off Season?

That of course is absolutely the question at the moment. Well, its been the question ever since I cut the number plate off my bars in Finale and randomly rammed the bike and rancid day 2 race kit back into the ...

Life Vs. Cycling

From time to time I've been known to fall into a black hole... Wait... That's not quite what I wanted it to sound like, but think of it as under the radar, off the grid, trapped in an Austrian pegging dungeon o...

Some place I’d rather be…

We all think it from time to time, usually when its pissing with rain and you can't be fucked with the daily grind... Or perhaps some cunt has scheduled a meeting right when you usually have your daily coffee r...

Road porn, where for art thou?

One thing most ex-pat's are guilty of, aside from low productivity and being overpaid, is that we tend to keep one eye on what's happening back 'home'. This is usually via some form of third rate gossip website...

Unintended Consequences

It may be obvious by now that the rabid rate of Dirty literature has slowly been grinding to a 5 minutes post climax trickle. You'll also be as disgusted as I am to understand why... To set the scene, I am cowe...