Monthly Archives: February 2006

  Hi everyone.   I’ll be brief.  I would have said, I’ll be short but I always was.  Short short, not short rude.  Mostly.  Never mind.   I mentioned in my last post that I had caught myself being overrun … Continue reading →

The revolution first   ‘Twas another bumpy week with old habits lurking just below the surface waiting to pounce.  But the only failure for the week was myself failing to succumb to the temptations.  16 points and another meagre 0.3kg … Continue reading →

  I was going to write about the diversity of roadkill I have encountered over the last few days.  But on my ride today, with the camera phone poised, it rained so heavily that my motivation deserted me.  It was … Continue reading →

Recently over at Cold Fury, Al Maviva wrote about the joy of accidentally learning how to do a particular move on his fixed gear bike.  The comments section lit up with a myriad of comments, some inquisitive, some insightful and some… … Continue reading →

  I was a little constipated with the posts over the last week and I apologise.  I had plenty to say but I just kept running out of day, what with trying to dredge up Chemistry knowledge that has been … Continue reading →

  Where have the cool, calm, rational Lt. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and Agent Ethan Hunt gone.  Tom Cruise is in complete meltdown.  Or a mid-life crisis.  Or maybe even his second childhood.  Whatever you call it, he has certainly regressed to a … Continue reading →

  I’m having another one of those scatter brained days.  The clichéd “blonde moment” where sentences are just sentences and nothing resembling a paragraph appears in front of me.   Weight and points   Weight.  Another 0.8kg (1.8lb) gone.  A … Continue reading →

A strange question to start an epic ride story with?  Not really. A friend and I had a strange motivation technique when we raced.  We were teenagers so some of what we did lacked any sound logic.  It may sound strange … Continue reading →

  Once upon a time, when BIG Mike was a lean and hungry racer…   Stay tuned.  

  Tag, you’re it.  How annoying is it to read those words?  More so for me with the inherent OCD qualities that my ASD brings to the table.   Tag, you’re it.  It’s a disease.  It’s just as annoying as … Continue reading →