JC, Border Crossing
A little while back my friend JC was on the verge of returning home to Adelaide for Xmas from Melbourne.
A keen cyclist, keener on going up rather than anything else and in the shortest and steepest fashion possible, especially off-road, he has a certain knack for the pedals.
Back in the Day
Over the course of months riding together the mountain bike rides extended from 3 to 4 to 5, even 6 hours duration covering all the landscapes around Kinglake, the Dandenongs and further afield.
The dial really got turned up when JC began to ride to the start of the rides. A 2-hour commute to the beginning of a 5-hour ride became normal. The same ride home just a warm-down. Continue reading
Over the weekend I ran into an old friend and by chance we meandered through the conversation to discover we’d narrowly missed paths 7 months earlier in the little publicised French seaside town of Collioure.
He’d cycled about 1000kms and gained 23,000 metres in altitude with a bunch of friends riding over the Pyrenees from Biarritz in the West. As they hooted down the last of the mountainous terrain they welcomed the site of the Mediterranean at the claws of the Pyrenees, at Collioure. Continue reading
Another of the rewards, Mt Buffalo VIC
Every mountain climb starts and ends with the same thing, a revolution of the cranks, a pedal stroke.
What’s the significance in that?
It is but such a small effort, but it’s not just a lever propelled by a shapely leg to get you over the top, often it’s a lever that’s pushing a big hairy and heavy personal goal. Continue reading
Fancy a Frenchman telling you that there’s a great adventure to be had in Spain, and he knows just where it is. Stranger things have happened, but thank goodness for local knowledge.
Rodolfo, a very accomplished cyclist who resides in one of the most delightful of places in France for outdoor activities, was to be my local source.
Local knowledge, so often transmitted to us via a guidebook or internet portal these days, is probably the most valuable of intellectual capital on the planet.
But what if the print and digitised media hadn’t caught up with a particular little morsel of cake sitting proudly on the counter of a tiny boulangerie in a little town between here and there?
I think we all need a Rodolfo to share a coffee with.
I’m going to call it The Dali Loop.
The border of France and Spain on the Mediterranean has a rich history across many channels, Continue reading
Ready for take off
What’s certain is that the five-week tour will start with a lap of Tasmania.
Clockwise starting at Devonport.
That’s okay, but that’s not really the start. To get to the real start there’s some backtracking to do. Continue reading
What for? Or Why wouldn’t you?
Just riding along, (or JRA) and that big question lobs up once again “What am I doing this for?”.
Most profoundly it appears during the middle of a long hard race or as a car door almost takes you out. Some way up a mountain when the view is already teasing you with it’s mystery, it starts to call out in time with the pain in your legs.
There are many logical answers to the “what for” question, but they fail to answer the deeper query that continues to resonate for years to come. Continue reading
European Association of Cyclosport
Late in 2012 I had the pleasure of attending the 7th European Meeting of Cyclosport which was held in the beautiful surroundings of Tarascon-sur-Ariege and led by Association Europeenne Cyclosport (AEC) President, Patrick Francois. Continue reading