Let’s face it, A4 racing in Ireland has a bad rap. Every year we in A4 get a kicking from everybody else in cycling. There’s a full catalogue of complaints out there about what is essentially a beginner’s category; ‘there’s too many riders in the bunch’, ‘it’s a crash-fest’ or ‘everybody is just waiting for … Continue reading The Undefendables
Sick Note
Any bit of fitness and form I had built up was now being coughed out my lungs in the form of green junk. I did what comes natural to any good cyclist and reached for every drug available to my disposal Sudafed, Lemsip, Exputex, Antibiotics, Vicks, Multivitamins, Berocca, Ventolin, Caffeine and Chocolate. Basically, anything I could get my hands to try get me back in working order.
Johnny Big-Balls
By the end of the week the 9 to 5 office working cyclist is like a dog on heat. We can almost smell the weekends racing, and are eager to get that last session in that will make absolutely no difference to Sundays race. We take great pride in strutting into the office, necking the … Continue reading Johnny Big-Balls
The Arms Race
“I was thinking….” “Go on” “….well you know…” “Go on….” “…how I was saying….” “What, just spit it out??” “...I was thinking of buying a new set of wheels, Now hear me out they are €800 reduced from…………………..” “Hello, Hello???” ***Dial tone************** Later and in not as many words due to the unrepeatability of the … Continue reading The Arms Race
Drowning
Climbing is never something I’ve ever found easy. A tough climb can feel like somebody is holding your head underwater and it all comes down to how long you can hold your breathe. You can see the surface up ahead but don’t know how long it’s going to take or hard it’s going to be … Continue reading Drowning
Slaying the Beast
I spent my Saturday cosied up by the fire with one eye on the closing stages of Milan San-Remo and the other winking out the window at the clouds. Yeah, it was absolutely freezing but there was still no sign of this “Orange” snow forecast. Sunday’s race was sure to be on. Ding! A Facebook … Continue reading Slaying the Beast
Stock-Take
Where is it? Where’s what? My Glove. What glove sure ye’ve a heap of them? The glove I’ve been looking for this past hour and a half. I’ve found one in with all the socks and god only knows where the other one is. Is it any wonder ye can’t find it, sure there isn’t … Continue reading Stock-Take