Well, my first ride back from Alaska was interesting. The first few metres riding down my road were terrifying… were my tyres always this skinny, was the steering always this fast? I reached the end of my road and nearly popped my eyeballs out as I touched the brakes… Clearly, this wasn’t quite the same . . . → Read More: After Alaska
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Well, I took the first step and entered the Iditarod, now it’s time for the second step: training. So here I am in Anchorage to see riders, pogies, bivvies, snow, and big fat tyres. Unfortunately, I didn’t realise that today is Thanksgiving for those crazy Americans so my plan to stock up on gear has . . . → Read More: Stepping Towards Iditarod Yesterday was the second mountain bike race that I’ve ever quit. It was supposed to be 12 hours solo, but even from the beginning things weren’t smooth. Driving down, the deadline for registration came and went as I got lost trying to find an area I’d only ever ridden cross country to. The lazy part . . . → Read More: On Failure Riding a 24hr solo mountain bike race had been an ambition of mine ever since I rode my first team one more than 5 years ago. So, this year I finally went and signed myself up for CLIC 24, a charity 24hr race in the Mendips. Training for it dominated my riding for months beforehand. . . . → Read More: CLIC 24 |
