Before arriving in New Zealand my biggest concern was that they wouldn’t let us in. Not due to any nefarious character traits but the dirt particles on our bikes. Therefore our last days in America were spent with a toothbrush and bleach, scrubbing every minute speck from every scrap of equipment we owned.
As it turned out, getting in to the country wasn’t the problem. Continue reading
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Small is beautiful; embracing the mini cycle tour.
Oh Mr Claud Butler how I have missed you. Whilst your body may be rather battered and showing the ravages of age and many miles, who am I to judge! Continue reading
Midges and Maniacs: A Day in Court (Part 4)
“See that crossing there?” the chirpy breakfast waiter pointed to the busy road outside the hotel’s picture window. “Well two people were run over there last week by a bus…..”
Welcome to Swansea! Continue reading
Midges and Maniacs – The Return (Part 3)
It’s Sunday evening…
- I have a new bike.
- I have a week off of work.
- I have to appear in court as a witness.
In the words of one of the world’s great philosophers… “Two out of three ‘aint bad”!
(Thank you Mr Meatloaf).
Cycling in a skirt 