Cycling focused stories and pictures
So here we are at last, after three and a half years of dreaming the day is finally here – it’s the 16th August 2015 and the 18th edition of Paris-Brest-Paris starts today. Frankly, I cannot wait – not just because it’s been in my thoughts so long, but also because the last two days or so have been a steady processing of rushing from one place to another Continue reading “Hurry up and wait”
I’m not sure I’ve ever really subscribed to Warhol’s fifteen minutes of fame theory. I’m also not sure a local newspaper would really qualify as the level of celebrity the artist was referring too. Regardless of these, it was a little bit wonderful to get some recognition for the efforts we’ve made locally qualifying for PBP. Continue reading “Almost Famous”
They say that mad dogs and Englishman go out in the midday sun, but there doesn’t seem to an equivalent saying for Cape Randonneurs gathering for a 1,000km Audax at 9pm on a cold mid-winters night – beyond just simply “mad” that is. Continue reading “Not the shortest day (winter riding #2)”
“Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.” ― George Carlin
The first unexpected aspect of the final Cape 300 qualifier was that 14 brave souls pitched up to ride at midnight with a distinctly unpromising weather forecast. Continue reading “Tales of the Unexpected (winter riding #1)”
I got so carried away with penning a Facebook piece to announce my entry into PBP, that I lost track of time and almost forgot to actually register. OK, that’s a bit of an exaggeration – but I was unusually late getting to the web page. Continue reading “Booking my spot”
It’s somehow like a ‘vasbyt’ in the army, you just keep going and wait for something to break inside you or to recover.
Chris van Zyl
A faint glow rose above the eastern horizon as our wheels ate up the final few kilometers to the half way checkpoint, rolling easily across the smooth tar after hours of gravel roads. Dawn would break over us before we got there, but only just. Continue reading “Vasbyt”
The second running of the West Coast 400km Cape Audax certainly wasn’t lacking in variety – although when it came to weather, not all of that was good news, especially earlier on in the day. Continue reading “Below par”
“I’ll be too scared to do the yellow one – can’t Mummy run with me next year too”
Driving out of the car park last year after his first Junior Argus, Ben had been adamant that he didn’t want to ride the next one with Daddy. In a way, he turned out to be right. We weren’t riding in the yellow (2.5km) group. Continue reading “What a difference a year makes”
Once again, I find myself re-hashing the official AudaxSA ride report, but on this occasion it does give a somewhat more descriptive account than usual.
I was jumpy and on edge as we gathered for this year’s Cape 300km ride. It’s not the longest or toughest of the local brevets, and we completed last year’s edition with relative ease despite mechanicals and a relaxed social pace. But the nerves that often plague me ahead of important races and events were back with a vengeance. Continue reading “Qualified”