It's time for a confession. I've done something terrible. Yes, I know many of you will be rubbing your hands together at the prospect of this being my surrEndEr eulogy as I submit to the cyborg masters I've be...
These days, the word 'Epic' is competing directly with 'Unprecedented' to see who can be the most exhausted and overused. When people start referring to their new glove purchase as 'epic', you know we've gone d...
Oddly, this unhinged, emergency edition rant has its genesis on a quiet and beautiful singletrack climb in Tasmania. When you're dropped off at the top of the shuttle road in Derby, Tasmania, at the Black Stump...
With no missions in sight (more on that in a future post), especially after a self-induced exclusion of the final two EWS rounds for 2018, it's time to rummage around in the very empty Dirty blogging sac for so...
Yeah, I know, its supposed to be a glorious and exciting time of the year as we shed the icy fuckwittery of winter and get on the glide path for summer. A time for lambs to frolic as they make their way from pa...
This year I've been facing the coinciding twin evils of a steady decline in raw ENDURO pace, and a rhythmic countdown to a significant Birthday milestone in 10 months time that will allow me the faux luxury of ...
As I survey the first half of 2017 I realise that my Gram account has done an excellent job of covering up the reality of how things have actually been panning out on the bike. But of course, that's its whole j...
So, there's a week to go in what has to be the most bizarre election the world has ever seen. I go to lengths here to not talk about politics, mainly as its as boring as asking someone who works in the Risk Dep...
That of course is absolutely the question at the moment. Well, its been the question ever since I cut the number plate off my bars in Finale and randomly rammed the bike and rancid day 2 race kit back into the ...
From time to time I've been known to fall into a black hole... Wait... That's not quite what I wanted it to sound like, but think of it as under the radar, off the grid, trapped in an Austrian pegging dungeon o...