Ah, the end of the year! 2015 is bagged and tagged and its time to join the media lemming herd and jump the fuck off the reminiscing cliff edge. Yes, anyone who is anyone has to punch out a bit of a retrospecti...
There's only one thing that fucks blogging more than getting injured or arrested for indecent acts in a public place: Christmas. If you're not busy visiting old people, stuffing your face with the 5th meringue ...
Part of being a cyclist is having an insatiable hunger. The moment you finish a ride by either hanging up the bike, putting it on the roof rack or handing it to your mechanic #PROlyfe, you're instantly thinking...
Warning - Clearly #Bracelyfe has left me with too much time on my hands and a shortage of material...
To start with, you just smile and mutter something like "Oh, that's a classic" or perhaps "I know, aren'...
Hopefully this is the last week of #Bracelyfe! I'm touching wood/cloth that its the final dash to being cleared by the docs this coming week, getting de-braced and commencing the next phase of the Road to Recov...
"You know what we need?!" Said the wide eyed Product Manager who had clearly had too much coffee at the morning tea break, not to mention too many muffins that year. I winced, as I knew what was coming down the...
December already! Yup, so you know what that means: "Thank fuck for Christmas" said the big bike company product managers as they sat at lunch, scheming up the next new 'standard' for the next 6 months to finge...
I usually quite liking making a Dirty Shredit following a mission. Its a chance to re-live the good times, mash up all the golden trails and soak up the rad venues and views.
But this one, well, this one was...