Riding trips in the EU and beyond.

Riding tales and trips from foreign lands.

My first recollection as I temporarily regained consciousness was seeing an old St Johns Ambulance man walking round above me, asking my name and if I knew where I was. Looking up from the field stret... [more]

We had a falling out recently. Nothing serious I thought, just the usual glacial silences, rejected touches, dark pauses in the ebb and flow of the world that come with the territory. Then it worsened... [more]

My bedroom used to have walls that were painted a bilious shade of orange. This was not a good thing. Along with the other walls, coated in a shade of green not normally seen in nature unless somethin... [more]

The shortest line between two points is a straight line; it's something that's drummed into you from an early age. Detours, wiggling and meandering are all as welcome at this party as a dose of crabs,... [more]

Last summer was when the bug bit for me, I had too much time on my hands after leaving the world of employment for a while and so all those 'projects' that were otherwise on hold got pushed to the for... [more]

Why I like Caffs Caffs, little islands of tea-scented warmth floating in a sea of cold. Cake-selling beacons of light in a world of darkness and hurt. There is no finer sight on a ride than respite a... [more]

LUKE Skywalker would understand. He would know the way that you have light and dark sides to your personality. One part prompting you to do good things, the other dragging you towards evil deeds, u... [more]

Such a dreary 'end of my freedom' day. I'm sitting at my office desk, staring blankly at a computer screen with the sum total of my morning's work on it: in this instance a blinking cursor that appear... [more]

To those who hurtle past in their cars, grid reference 134028 seems just another bit of the bleak moorland that divides Yorkshire and Lancashire, just north of the main A628 Sheffield to Manchester ro... [more]

As we drove down towards the West Country on the Friday night we had a vague inkling that Mother Nature might be against us. Pulling off the M5 at Gloucester the rain was still beating on the roof of ... [more]

It's one of those descents that I just want to wrap up and take home with me to meet my parents. Honestly I'd distill it, bottle it and flog on the black market if I could; it's that kind of a downhil... [more]

I hate Exmoor. No really I do. Whatever I said earlier was all a big, fat lie. If I gave the impression of liking the place then I'm sorry, it's just not true. It's rotten, it stinks, don't go there. ... [more]

It's bloody typical that outside is the October Indian summer that the weather forecasters have been cheerily predicting all week and I'm sitting here in Sheffield on Saturday morning feeling increasi... [more]

Our breath rises in great clouds as we sit at the top of the climb, the headlights forming solid bars in the air as steam rises through their beams. Spread above us like dandruff on a dark suit, are m... [more]

A smaller band of singlespeeders met up at Holmbury for METG2 on Sunday - 12 of us including one cheeky geared rider (Rachel) who would surely have been quicker if she had 26 less gears on her bike. W... [more]