A few of the places that have seen my tyres of late, and influenced me to strongly believe that “all roads lead to yourself“.
As we leave knee warmer season and head into leg warmer season, a fundamental question has arisen to divide friends and split families. Should socks be worn over or under full length leg warmers? Are they an undergarment that should resume it’s regular place with the introduction of a pant, or in the absence of [...]
The details about when and why we started planning this trip are lost to both Steve and I, all we knew was we wanted to ride some back roads from Melbourne up and through the old gold mining region of Victoria. For years we'd discussed the possibility of jumping on road bikes with naught but [...]
Take something, an idea, a notion, a concept, then boil it down and refine it until it is the purest essence of the original. For cycling that essence is the track bike, seen recently beneath the heel of many a young dandy, and every four years brought fourth into the spotlight through the Olympics. As [...]
When yesterday dawned clear over the Great Ocean Road, we all agreed it would be a lovely day for a ride with mates. A bunch of us, including The Boss lined up for a roll in the sun for the Amy Gillet Gran Fondo. This isn't a story about the event (it was great, awesome [...]
This green and Ti menace floated past and caught my eye yesterday. I cant remember any other bikes from in the bunch as I was too busy trying to chew my stem off the steerer tube.
It's a Saturday morning, the air is crisp and you're riding with a few mates out through sleepy suburbs towards an area with quiet little roads that wind and climb in and out of the still fog. Every so often you'll pass someone heading the other way, it's obvious that they've been out doing a [...]
Six Hours In the Saddle, both a description and name of a race, a mountain bike race on trails that rewarded speed and punished tiredness. Steve and I drove up Friday night, knowing that tucked on the back seat we had a secret weapon that would make the race that much easier. JP. James agreed [...]
The shifting of an hour from the evening to the morning has prompted more early riding before the work day starts. Some have been on fat tyres. Some on skinny.
This Ti number was found rolling through the Christmas Hills north east of Melbourne then again spotted reclining for a spot of reading in the sun. Life must be tough when you're duck egg blue.