Flooded voice
The towns were flooded with people. To the extent you wondered quite where they could have all come from.I think it is pretty rare that a town stands still, every person focusing on one thing. Bike...
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There is near nothing as unequivocally defining.And yet it changes every single day. Moving on as swift as a change in the wind. Silent and utterly unnoticeable, but to the few who put themselves out...
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Gently the steam starts to rise. Whisps silently meander upward and into the vacant high up reaches of the room, a thin film of cloud forming overhead.A minute passes, the pressure steadily...
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Speak to Aussie Freddy on the start line. I've not known him long but he seems a real good bloke.A few k in pass Geoff and ask how he feels. He says he doesn't have a chain and I know the feeling...
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'10km to go. A string of three up the right hand side of the road. Half the team. Small but compact. Small, but hopefully effective.Tight corner to the right. Dare not brake too early, dare not lose...
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Piece for 'Ape to Gentleman' website...“Cycling isn’t a game, it’s a sport. Tough, hard and unpitying, and it requires great sacrifices. One plays football, or tennis, or hockey. One doesn’t play at...
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When travelling I think it is only natural to compare new places to home. Our origins form a baseline from which we naturally compare and on occasion shift. However for a Londoner, this act of...
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The gradient is about five percent, a road I know ever so well, one of my favourites. It lopes along, never strenuously, however continuous none the less, slowly winding up the mountainside. Except as...
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