Day 8 – #forgettable – Jaromer, CZE – Frauenkirchen, AUS

A day of high mileage and few memories make for a tedious retelling. What makes the retelling more tedious is I finished this post 5 minutes ago, and upon returning to the homepage it has disappeared. So I have to endure recounting these 237 forgettable miles again. Joy.  Are you eager to read on? Have … Continue reading Day 8 – #forgettable – Jaromer, CZE – Frauenkirchen, AUS

Day 7 – Czechs know how to hangover- Pabenice, CZE – Jaromer, CZE

"This is the day I see a man on a motorbike and a woman with spunk...." That's the opening line on my post race notes about Day Seven, so it must have been a cracker. These two separate incidents happened in the early hours of a Sunday morning, a particularly wet Czech Sunday morning. As … Continue reading Day 7 – Czechs know how to hangover- Pabenice, CZE – Jaromer, CZE

Day 6 – Princess on a steel bicycle – Sankt Gallen, AUS – Pabenice, CZE

Before I delve into Day 6 it's important to point out that this is the only day the Wahoo let me down. A mixture of my utterly exhausted brain and repetitive freezing of the unit result in the loss of the route file. I know the mileage because I made a note of it, aside … Continue reading Day 6 – Princess on a steel bicycle – Sankt Gallen, AUS – Pabenice, CZE

Day 5 – When you forget how to be an actual adult human – Bovec, SLO – Sankt Gallen, Aus

I survive the night, my acrid stench putting off any would be carnivores. Its dark and I faff about trying to get everything packed before setting off towards the Vrsic Pass. The Vrsic Pass is a vicious way to start a day of cycling and by the time I reach the summit I'm already hanging … Continue reading Day 5 – When you forget how to be an actual adult human – Bovec, SLO – Sankt Gallen, Aus

Day 4 -The fine line between heaven and hell – Sterzing-Vipiteno, ITA – Bovec, SLO

My alarm goes off somewhere between 0300 and 0400. My ears alert me to heavy rainfall, and my bleary eyes confirm it moments later. A quick check of the weather radar confirm it passes within an hour, so I allow myself an extra 30 minutes snooze. When I do finally set off, the roads are … Continue reading Day 4 -The fine line between heaven and hell – Sterzing-Vipiteno, ITA – Bovec, SLO

Day 3- Hank gets the blues – Gaschurn, Aus – Sterzing-Vipiteno, Ita

After packing up my bivvy from the worlds least comfortable car park floor I went upstairs to the hotel to indulge in one of life's most underrated pleasures, a buffet breakfast. Adam(#211) Stu(#194) Joseph (#165) and Danny (#9) were all enjoying the same fare, and it was good to chat to people after a second … Continue reading Day 3- Hank gets the blues – Gaschurn, Aus – Sterzing-Vipiteno, Ita

Day 2- Saverne, FRA – CP1 Gaschurn, AUS

I set off just before 06:00 on Day 2, aiming for Strasbourg; a McDonald's breakfast and an anxious wait outside one of the bike shops I'd selected at random. The ride to Strasbourg was pleasant enough in the early morning sun and I saw a couple of other TCR riders. Strasbourg proved easy enough to … Continue reading Day 2- Saverne, FRA – CP1 Gaschurn, AUS

Day 1- Creaking my way through France. Geraardsbergen, BEL – Saverne, FRA

The roar of the Muur is followed by the eerie quiet of the Belgian night, save for the buzz of freewheels and hushed conversations between riders. The road ahead is a sea of blinking red lights but it doesn't take long for these to be swallowed by the darkness, as people begin following their own … Continue reading Day 1- Creaking my way through France. Geraardsbergen, BEL – Saverne, FRA

Keeping calm in the face of adversity. (Or how I flapped my way to the start of the Transcontinental Race)

I decided to fly to the start of TCRNO6 as I live on an island and this seemed the most logical means of transport. Naturally, I feared for my bike's well being at the hands of various non cyclists, particularly as it wasn't in wrapped up in my nice bike bag but wedged into a … Continue reading Keeping calm in the face of adversity. (Or how I flapped my way to the start of the Transcontinental Race)