Bradford, specifically Peel Park, is steeped in cyclocross history, hosting the National Trophy every year, and also the National Championships more times than I can remember. The big news at...
There is a chill in the air as the sun slowly starts to crack through the pine trees surrounding Genesee Valley Park in Rochester, New York, perhaps the first notable...
The first trip… I’ve been into mountain biking for as long as I can remember, and over the last couple of years have also taken a fancy to longer road/gravel...
There’s a saying in Spain that roughly translates, “After three attempts you will get it.” I had to wait for the third CAT 700 edition to convince myself that I...
Words and photos by Erik Annis The Charm City Cyclocross race has a special meaning to me. The race’s promoter, Kris Auer, and the course designer, Jay Lazar, were also...
Did someone say something about a World Championships? My first Three Peaks didn’t get off to a good start. In fact, it didn’t start at all. I’m not new to...
Photos by Ken Sherman/kkimages.us ’Tis the season — it’s not exactly Christmas, there was no snow, but there was a Grinch. The 2017-2018 Telenet UCI Cyclo-cross World Cup calendar kicked...
Words and photos by Ed Wolstenholme I felt right at home 2000 metres up an alpine col surrounded by men (and women) in full colour-coordinated Rapha strip. Sitting on the...
Photos by Digi Dave’s Photos I was going to write about being stupid. I was going to tell you how I was one of those people who turns up at...
They say, “Pack light, travel far.” My dad always said, “Pack what you think you’ll need, then halve it.” I did that, which led to a social riding weekend becoming...
Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet… Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East...
Photos by Michael Kirkman There are plenty of people reading this who know all about Boltby and its place in mountain biking history. There’s probably a fair few out there...
Words and Photos: Fed by Wild The damn daily treadmill had bent our necks so low that when we had finally raised our sight above the desks, keyboards, and coffee...
It takes some doing, getting out of a family weekend away to spend that time riding bikes and living like a homeless person in the Galloway Hills in Scotland with...
Photos by Jason Ebberts The first time I visited Emporia, Kansas, was in 2012. Obviously it was to ride a bike, and Dirty Kanza was my first taste of true...
Photos by Nicholas Keegan Until recent years, cyclocross in Ireland has been a parochial sport. Localised in extremis. Diminutive. Ratty. The little brother no one in the family likes to...
In the Spring a cyclist’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of bikepacking. At last, the leaves are unfolding a green canopy over road and trail, prompting thoughts of where best...
