Cycling in a skirt

One life, some bicycles. A million possibilities, zero clue!


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So Rock n Roll: Riding the Brecon Gap

The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away”, they said, “it would be grand!”  
                               Lewis Carroll (The Walrus and the Carpenter)

 
These are the lines that are running through my head as I clatter downhill at an alarming rate, bouncing over boulders, through rock gardens, teeth chattering, limbs shaken from their sockets. In my version however the word  ‘sand’ is replaced with the word ‘rocks’. Ok, I know it doesn’t rhyme but you get the picture.

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Tignes Spirit

Acrophobia; the irrational fear of heights or Basophobia; the fear of falling; both both genuine phobias and both the current personal experience between which I’m shuffling frantically.

It’s a mental shuffle of course as I’m actually frozen to the spot, extreme terror rendering me immobile, plastered against the back of the cable car with my eyes shut, whimpering and clinging on for dear life. Continue reading


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Cycling in Chile: Riding through the desert on a bike with no chain….

The vast and desolate beauty of the desert has inspired some of the greatest writers and thinkers of all time. Or, if you’re me, it inspires the corruption of some very catchy song lyrics …”I’m riding through the desert on a bike with no chain….” Continue reading


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Growing A Pair

A phrase often used by Mountain bikers when encouraging others to tackle stupidly big obstacles most likely to break them. Continue reading