Tag: 100 miles
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Popping Out For Some Crisp Sea Air
The plan was to go to bed by 9pm. Plans are meant to be broken, right? Well, this time I was determined to prep the bike and make sure all my stuff was ready for a fast, I mean with absolutely no faffing, get-away. The car was ready for collection from the garage where I’d…
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A Boy And A Bicycle – Part 1
I don’t remember exactly what originally attracted me to riding bikes in my early teens. Was it the sense of freedom? Did I want to go kerb crawling on two wheels to pick up a date? Was I into causing havoc and road rage by cycling on the pavements and running red lights? Whatever the…