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In the words of Captain Oates: I am just stepping out; I may be some time. Unlike the gallant Englishman, I do expect to return, however, in about a week – on the 6th of March. I am heading overseas on an assignment, not an unusual thing, but in this case the spot I am...
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Something that never fails to amaze me, and saddens me a little, is the curious laziness of imagination and blinkered outlook so many people seem to have when it comes to envisioning their dream bicycle. You see this on cycling forums all the time: somebody will be planning on buying their dream bicycle to...
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Whoever came up with the term 'traffic calming' to describe the gauntlet of chicanes, pedestrian islands and speed bumps British street planners put in place to modulate the flow of traffic was clearly an ironist of the first order. The theory, of course, is that the presence of such obstacles in the road and...
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No place amongst the many places that I ride do I feel more assured of finding perfect contemplative solitude than I do when I am pedaling along the lonely old road across the Pevensey marshes at a quarter to five in the morning. It's a world that's mine and mine alone. So I...
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A bicycle chain is a thing of rare mechanical beauty - flawless in design and nearly perfect in its ability to transfer your power to the rear wheel and send you spinning down the road with the ease of a bird in flight, but how on earth do you keep a chain clean and...
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A fine crescent moon hanging low over a millpond sea and a sky full of stars when I went out this morning at a quarter to five. The air was sharp with frost and the puddles from the showers that fell around midnight were frozen over and crinkled noisily when I rode through them...
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At nine o'clock this morning ten intrepid cyclists set out from Greenwich to race each other around the world, alone and self-supported. I like that there should be such a race. With its old-fashioned sense of derring-do and gallant young men in jaunty jalopies, and the weeks of hardy travel involved, it is the...
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Light the candles, break out the tinnies. Today is Banjo Paterson's birthday - born on this date in 1864, at 'Narrambla', near Orange, in rural New South Wales. For those of you who are not Australian, or haven't had the pleasure of living down there, and don't immediately recognise the name, Andrew Barton 'Banjo'...
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Occasionally, in my more lyrical moments, when things are going well and I feel the master of my fate, I find myself thinking almost fondly of some of the jackasses I have encountered over the years, and how they have ended up – unwittingly and unintentionally, to be sure – being catalysts for good...
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With so much bitter weather around and treacherous black ice on the roads, especially in the pre-dawn hours in which I do my riding, I decided to stay off my bicycle this week. Why risk a broken wrist, hip or collarbone, surgery and three months or so on the sidelines for the sake of...
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Welcome to My-Bicycle-and-I
By way of introduction I am a magazine writer and sometime photographer who loves bicycles and cycling—not to race or get fit or even commute, but for the simple pleasure of being abroad in the world on two skinny wheels.
Since I enjoy writing nearly as much as I enjoy riding, I decided to put together this eclectic collection of stories, essays, reviews and columns.
I hope you'll find some things you like. Read a bit more here.
