Tag: Tour Down Under

One from the Vaults: Back in the groove

I’ve decided that once a week I’ll re-post something from my extensive archives. Obviously many of my early posts  2009 – 2014 heavily feature cycling. I’ll try to keep these to a minimum as I know not everyone is a cycling fan. There’s storm… Continue Reading “One from the Vaults: Back in the groove”

Wise words

A very dear and wise friend said we should celebrate we’ve reached the grand old age of 60 without suffering from any serious illnesses, ailments or injuries. Well, there’s no point in receiving words of wisdom if you don’t act on them. Her birthday… Continue Reading “Wise words”

Boonen’s back

Today, having safely delivered my beloved to the airport, I raced back home to get on with Monday’s usual pile of administration for both our company and the cycling club. The day started off a little damp and humid but the sun soon burnt… Continue Reading “Boonen’s back”

How was yours?

Christmas Eve After our usual festive feast of oysters and lobster, swilled down with champagne, my beloved fell asleep on the sofa – early night. Christmas Day I woke my beloved at 08:30am with a cup of coffee and his presents. I prepared breakfast… Continue Reading “How was yours?”

Viral celebrity

A charming tale caught my eye in yesterday’s L’Equipe. Apparently, the Port Adelaide Cycling Club decided to pick a completely unknown European rider to support during the Tour Down Under. After some deliberation, they selected Arthur Vichot, a neo-pro with FDJ taking part in his… Continue Reading “Viral celebrity”

Manx missile or toothless terror

It rained yesterday: statement of fact, not a complaint. This allowed me to catch up with my admin and check out what had been happening in the cycling world while I’d been sequestered in Birmingham. Andre Greipel, in imperious form, had won the Tour Down Under. The… Continue Reading “Manx missile or toothless terror”

It’s back!

The alarm went off at 07:00am and neither of us wanted to get up, but duty calls. When we arrived at the rendezvous point there were only three other club mates. Fortunately, by the time it was 08:30am, most had turned up. In fact, considering the… Continue Reading “It’s back!”

Killed off

Yesterday morning I killed the perpetrator of some unspeakable acts of gluttony. He’d spent the previous night gorging himself on my right shoulder, as the raised red welts bore witness. He’d also dined off my right hand and fingers. Death was the only reasonable… Continue Reading “Killed off”