Can you remember every section of trail you've ever ridden? Or every metre of an HC climb? Or every corrugation of a huge gravel mission? Or every amazing vista and clearing you stopped in? The ones where your ...
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...
Oddly, this unhinged, emergency edition rant has its genesis on a quiet and beautiful singletrack climb in Tasmania. When you're dropped off at the top of the shuttle road in Derby, Tasmania, at the Black Stump...
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...
When you think about the term Odyssey in the modern context there are two problems that immediately become apparent.
Firstly, given we're now always connected via some form of device, and that life has becom...
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...