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The Garmin reads 36.4º, and you believe it. You’re ten hours into day 3, and feel like you’re hours behind the plan you had in your mind at 4:30 this morning. The plan is out of the window, it’s just get to the next control point now, survive. You had noticed, thanked, the cloud cover that had built this afternoon, it gave some respite from the relentless sun. Little did you know just north… continue reading »
Hum, hum, hum, for auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne… It’s 4am on Thursday morning, I’d ridden 1150km, the sun was just breaking through the clouds, there was a gentle tailwind, riding solo humming along it turned into auld lang syne - no idea why, it’s one of those random events of the road. Bleep bleep. Garmin squawked at me “Warning: heavy traffic roads”. I’d been riding… continue reading »
This is uncomfortable but such a welcome relief. I was sat on a gravelly floor, a couple of meters from my bike, and Piper's, and then a bin - you know the bit of the local convenience store that you tie your pooch to a ring screwed to the wall while you get your messages. The convenience store in question was the Spar in Longtown, just north of Carlisle. I'd just been in, swore under my breath as… continue reading »
Spend the whole year building up to something; the idea, the planning, the trepidation. What kit do I need, get the kit, test the kit. Training, qualifying, and learning how your body reacts to it’s first 600k event, it’s second, it’s first dress rehearsal. That’s all in the past now, you’re on your way, you’re carrying what you need, hopefully not too much of what… continue reading »
Once every four years the big audax rides come round the last Paris-Brest-Paris (PBP) was 2015, and London-Edinburgh-London (LEL) 2017. I hadn’t found audax in time for the 2017 LEL but 2019 PBP was something I’d had half an eye on. July last year I tested the waters with Mille Pennies [1, 2, 3, 4] a 1000km event. It was tough as heck, but damn rewarding. I hadn’t been completely… continue reading »
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This is the online home of Richard Sanderson a web developing, dog loving F1 fan.
An English expat he hollars from the quaint Scottish town of St. Andrews, but formerly the far less glamorous—but equally sea-sidey—Hartlepool…