Monthly Archives: April 2013

At Last!

At half past five this morning I wheeled my Pegoretti out of the garden shed, pointed it down the street and set off for a dawn ride – my first since coming a cropper on a bit of black ice early last February. At last – cycling again! My apprehension at climbing back into the…

The Invisible Cyclist

Unsettling news for cyclists, if an intriguing new study commissioned by Direct Line car insurance is to be believed: more than one-in-five motorists simply don’t see cyclists when they are behind the wheel, with the figures rising to nearly one-in-three cyclists being missed by younger drivers, and motorists from London. The figures come from a…

Stormy Night

A few years back, when I was cycling from Sussex to Istanbul, there was one night along the road when I found myself much in need of shelter for the night. I was in the Ardennes, in the little town of Vresse. It was late on a hot sultry July evening, about nine o’clock or…

Summoning The Noive

At long last the tendons and ligaments in my injured shoulder seem to be healing and limbering up. This past week has seen a big improvement. The twanging  seems to have stopped and they no longer ‘catch’ quite so much when I reach across the table for something. In fact, except for a vague dull…

The Vision Splendid

This past week I found myself thinking of Clancy of the Overflow, one of Australia’s most iconic poems. Written in 1889 by A.B. Banjo Paterson, a country-bred Sydney lawyer who romanticised the bush, it tells of his own wistfulness at the thought of the big, bold freewheeling life being led by a drover named Clancy,…

My (Still) Shiny 11-Tooth Sprocket

As I look over my doughty old tourer-cum-winter bike and contemplate giving it a good clean ahead of the summer months, my eye catches quickly on the one shiny bit on it that requires no cleaning at all – the 11-tooth sprocket on the rear cassette. It’s like new. In fact, as far as I…

Cycling and The Sublime

After writing yesterday about the dangers of cycling in city traffic – most particularly that of filtering up along the left side of trucks and large vehicles at red lights and intersections – I found myself thinking about those inner city survival skills all good commuting cyclists acquire over time and how, in a weird…

Trucks and Bikes and Being Visible

I see where a Hertford-based Sat-Nav maker, Navevo, is to begin including cyclist-alerts on its devices to remind motorists (truck drivers in particular) to keep a wary eye out for cyclists at 100 of the most dangerous intersections in London, as identified by transport authorities. I gather the company plans to start including these cycle…

Boston Marathon

I never ran the Boston Marathon, although it was used to be high on my wistful, ‘someday’, to-do list back when I was seriously into running, thirty-five years ago, in the late-1970s. I ran other marathons, ironically enough races that were considerably farther away from my rural New Hampshire roots than Boston, and I recorded…

Chapter The Last – A Beer At The Pera Palas

I slept well on the deck that night.  I pegged out a darkened nook up near the bridge in which to throw down my bedroll roll, and after snuggling in, let the lateness of the hour and the rolling of the ship lull me to sleep.  A stiff and surprisingly chilly breeze was blowing out…