I’m now 52.Back in July I was 89. At my lowest this year I was 26. If I don’t do anything else by mid-November, I’ll be 37. Any guesses what I’m talking about? No, not my waist size. Nor the number of followers on my Instagram. Those numbers were all taken from my...
This is totally crazy …It was on the third climb of Mont Ventoux that I really started to understand the naming of the club I was trying to join. We were on the ‘easiest’ route up the Giant of Provence from Sault. It was by now approaching the 9th hour since we left...
“Scheisse!”Another rider goes down right in front of me.“Alles OK?”“Ja Ja. Alles Gut. Ein bisschen rutschig”“Ein bisschen rutschig” is understating the conditions somewhat, especially when you’ve still got your summer gravel tyres on your bike. That was mistake number...
I recently joined my friend Jim on the last leg of his 3 day trip from across Switzerland. He was riding from the North-East (near to Saint Gallen) right down to the South-West (Geneva). During his 195km final leg from Solothurn to Geneva we got to talking about loops...
Just one pedal stroke after the otherDon’t look up the road Keep going you’ll get thereDon’t worry about those people going past youYou got this!I’m not sure how many times these different thoughts passed through my head duing the hour long ascent of the Passo Giau on...
Before I start this blog I just want to reflect very quickly on the tragic death of Swiss 18 year old Muriel Furrer during the world championship week. It is a sobering reminder that the sport we love can be very dangerous. Following on from the death of Gino Mäder...
