Five days. Five days until the last sleep before I race the 100km Paul’s Dirty Enduro mountain bike race. Sitting here in the barn at the BBC, drinking coffee in the early morning, I worry about Saturday’s race. I worry …
Ten years ago I entered the 100km Paul’s Dirty Enduro mountain-bike race. It was really tough, I got pulled at the last checkpoint. I attempted it a few years later but broke my derailleur hanger and had to abandon. This year, I’m …
Many years ago, after a very cold, bitter and utterly disappointing Uxbridge Icebreaker mountain-bike race,(I suffered through one of two laps then quit) I was feeling low and cursing the race, cursing myself, cursing cycling. My friend and then riding partner, …
Yesterday I did something I had not done since August 2008; I rode my bike over the bridge. Not a bridge, not just any bridge; THE bridge. You know, the steel bridge that took me down at 30-35kmp, leaving me …
A day or so after arriving in Toronto last week, my dear friend Sara gave me a present. It was an empty journal, with cycling witticisms care of the folks at Bike Snob NYC adorning the pages. I thanked her but …