Back to my roots: Facing the Fear

What is it about the unique nature of human beings that leads someone to attempt the same stupid thing – repeatedly.

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.

Midges and Maniacs: Part 2

Beyond exhausted, the shock finally set in. Shaking and tearful, I refused to get out of the car – so that’s where we stayed, listening to the rain and waiting for dawn.

Continued from the previous post….

Handlebar Dyslexia

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!!”

Swim, bike, run, pancakes

Everywhere around me the water is churning and bubbling like the inside of a washing machine. I can see nothing as cold water seeps into my eyes, up my nose and down my throat. The world is spinning and the surface appears to be below me. I breathe in and my lungs inhale a soup of chlorine rather than air.