I have always known that I am not a person possessed of great ability or patience when it comes to completing practical tasks.
This is increasingly evident the more I try to master the art of bicycle maintenance and borne out in a surprisingly creative catalogue of errors and misdeeds. Continue reading
I’m currently exploring the internet with the vague (ok, fully concrete) intention of buying a mountain bike. Doing so I’m amazed and horrified in turn by the number of advertisements which begin with statements like “as new, ridden once” or “unwanted gift” or “only cycled home from shop, never used”?! Continue reading
It’s that time of year when there’s children’s bike buying to be done and thus good-will to all humans flies out the door, faster than Santa on a full carbon-fibre frame. Continue reading
The head mechanic is rendered speechless as I present him with the previously boxed bicycle I’ve just assembled.
After staring in stunned silence for a disconcerting length of time, he finally, excruciatingly tears his gaze away from the machine in front of him to deliver his verdict.
“I’m impressed” he chokes, voice trembling with either laughter or hysteria, “I had no idea it was possible to get it THAT wrong!!” Continue reading
No matter how old I get, and how much professional experience I gain, why is it that the first day starting a new job and I always feel like I’m 13 years old again? Continue reading
Cycling in a skirt 