It’s been raining most of the week, and though it was cruel to the Ripley, I just had to get out and hit the fire trails, having done so much bike path riding lately. I couldn’t do much to protect the running gear of the Ibis but I could protect my eyes from the spraying grit and grim. So, contrary to my normal practice, I donned the protective glasses. Continue reading
Myall Lakes National Park ~ a stretch of bushland wedged between the sea and the Myall Lakes ~ a fire trail running it’s 20 km length ~ access to a couple of camping sites ~ locked gates at either end. Sounds like a perfect setting for a mountain bike ride. Continue reading
Paul and I saddled up for a 75 kilometre circuit of Dubbo Gully. Why not come along for the ride and see what we saw? Continue reading
If there is a puncture up for grabs, I’ll be the one to claim it. I’ve had punctures several times just riding on the roads, pinch punctures on the trail and of course the nasty thorn induced punctures. Paul, however, skytes that he never gets punctures! Having gone tubeless and using beefy Knobby Niks tyres probably has a lot to do with his having little opportunity to try out his CO2 dispenser. Ah, but when it comes to breaking chains, thats a different story …. Continue reading
This would not only be my very first cross country race but a full one hundred kilometres of dirt road and trail to boot! And boy, was I excited … and just a tad underprepared! My training buddy was still in Europe fattening up on German breads so I would be riding solo. But, as I soon found out, I would not be riding alone … Continue reading
On a day when our nation says “thank you” to the “diggers” who have fought for the freedom and lifestyle we enjoy here in Australia and New Zealand, it didn’t seem right for me to forego a training bike ride just because it was raining. Continue reading
Being back on Aussie soil after a month in France, the old (as in brand new!) Ibis Ripley was waiting rather impatiently for me – it was just itching to get out amongst it in the bush and have me abuse it! The time had finally come for me to introduce the Ripley to my favourite local ride, the Old Great North Road. And what an introduction… Continue reading
Actually, I’m in Paris but you can’t really start a blog post with “When in Paris…” can you? That said, when in Paris, without your own mountain bike, you have two options: not ride at all or ride a huffie!
Being our final long ride together for the next three months, my riding buddy Paul and I headed out to the Old Great North Road once more. The weather was threatening – actually, raining – as we loaded the bikes for the thirty minute drive to the Dubbo Gully starting point. Continue reading
It’s here! It’s finally arrived and now has pride of place in my den. I am so stoked with this bike — very glad I waited for the Green and Black as I just love the look of it. However, as the biking gods would have it …
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