The Tale of a One-handed Wannado

If you’re sitting comfortably then I’ll begin.

There was once a girl of indeterminate (but definitely not excessive) years who loved bicycles so much that not a day would go past without some time spent riding her shiny, metallic steeds.

Look Ma No Hands

It’s funny how a change in circumstances can broaden our horizons. Nearly 6 weeks after the accident and I’m becoming proficient at no-handed life. With the aid of strong teeth and leg muscles, most basic tasks are achievable.

The Secret of Eternal Youth

It is a lesser known but universal rule that, if your birthday falls whilst holidaying in another country, you don’t get any older.

Absolute truth.

Dropping Behind (or how to lose a mountain bike race)

I’ve noticed that cycling and writing have definitely taken a downward turn over the last few weeks. Sometimes life just throws too many things at you and something has to give way to accommodate. Whatever it is, both the time (to cycle) and the inclination (to write) have definitely been lacking.

Climb Every Mountain?

When questioned as to just why he wanted to climb Mt Everest The British mountaineer George Mallory famously responded – “Because it’s there”.

It’s such a brilliant and bald statement that encapsulates why we human beings daily strive to complete essentially pointless feats of endurance.