Cycling in a skirt

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


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Mountains and Molehills

12 months, 5 days and a scattering of hours.

No, not the amount of time since I last wrote a blog although it does seem like it. Actually it’s the time elapsed since I last set foot (or wheels) on this exact spot, although so much has happened since, it seems like a lifetime ago. Continue reading


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Cycling on the surface of the moon

I appear to be cycling on the moon. That or in one of those paintings of Hell by Hieronymus Bosch. Huge volcanic mounds rising from a dead ocean of gnarled, blackened lava rock; a lunar-sea of rubble broken only by thin ribbons of silken tarmac which slide sinuously through the hellish terrain.

First impressions: if this is hell, then it’s got great roads to cycle on. Continue reading


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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. Continue reading


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Fast Women – That need for speed

My current cycling speed record is 38mph (61 kmph). Surprisingly this was not achieved on the sleek and aerodynamic road bike but on Claud, my aluminium-framed workhorse of a touring bicycle.

Rather than awesome leg power on my part, I strongly suspect that a combination of  precipitous hills in Ontario and four fully loaded panniers were the main contributors to this record. Especially as, try and I may, it’s a speed I haven’t come close to reaching since on the roadie. Continue reading


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Road Wars

I can feel the caIMG_20131029_144926_0r pulling across in front of me before I can see it. The nice clear road that was ahead of me just seconds before is now filled with a large chunk of solid metal bearing down across my path and cutting me off entirely.

The bike fishtails as I brake so hard the pads are squealing and there’s a distinct aroma of burning rubber as I slew helplessly towards the metal flank of the large saloon vehicle blocking my path. In that moment of clarity I realise that there’s nothing more I can do. Continue reading


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French Reconnection Part II

Continued….

DSCF8594Leaving my haven at Rennes-Les-Bains the next day I nervously set off and upwards towards Bugarach, from there to join the D7/D10 to face the infamous Gorges de Galamus.

These gorges offer the intrepid walker, cyclist or driver the chance to tackle a few adrenalin-filled kilometres of single track road carved out of the cliffs, bordered with low side walls one side and a terrifying drop to the river far, far below. Continue reading


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Life on the edge

Flag of United States  Santa Cruz, California, USA – Sunday, November 3, 2013

I’ll share if you will…?

At the time of writing it is exactly 100 days since I set out from Toronto and, it’s still slightly surreal. Over 4200 miles (6759km) travelled with1161 (1868km) of those down the western coast of the USA.

After crossing over 3000 miles (4828km) of Canadian territory I think I had a slightly lackadaisical attitude towards covering just half that distance to cycle the USA from top to bottom.
As a good friend commented, “That will learn me!” Continue reading