Theft and the Tragic Cycle

  The thing about coincidences is that they do tend to happen, if only by coincidence. Take my daughter's bike for example; as somebody did the other day. In the great pantheon of stealing, bike theft comes in at a very low ranking. If Aristotle was to pronounce upon it, he would state that bikes... Continue Reading →

Win At All Costs! Or Not…

Eugene Christophe Tour de France I always associate the Tour de France with colour. Firstly, there are the colourful fields of sunflowers that have come to symbolise this yearly adventure and then there are the team kits. In 1919, just after the slaughter of the Great War, the Tour set about its pilgrimage around the... Continue Reading →

Going nowhere on a tragic cycle…

The problem with tragedy is that it never has a happy ending. Tragedy ends in death. It starts with a bad decision, leads on to disgrace and downfall, scrapes you through a period of suffering that appears never likely to end before there is a realisation, ‘Fuck, that’s what I did wrong’ or, ‘Fuck, I... Continue Reading →

The Wheel Of Fortune

POLITICS & HISTORY When Cyclists Made Up an Entire Political Bloc The League of American Wheelmen was originally intended to spread bicycle appreciation. The 1896 presidential election changed all that.   A gathering of Wheelmen in St. Louis, 1892 via Wikimedia Commons Erin Blakemore August 26, 2018 2 minutes Share Tweet Email Print Today, a... Continue Reading →

The Summer Of 76…

FOR ENGLAND AND MY MEMORIES, THAT WAS THE HOTTEST SUMMER THAT I CAN REMEMBER. IT REMAINS TALL AS STANDPIPES GUSHING FOUNTAINS OF MEMORIES INTO BUCKETS AND BOWLS. The whole of the street would meet every morning and evening to quench their needs. The clear stuff was rationed to an hour during each of these times,... Continue Reading →

The Importance Of Night

Almost twenty-minutes past three and I am sittng here in the darkness, without my glasses, whilst my wife and daughters sleep upstairs. I woke thinking. Now someway into my veritable older years, though the boy inside me queries this, I have those nocturnal meanderings that lead to a gnawingly inward frustration. It's over two-years since... Continue Reading →

Here Come The Holidays

After a year of blogging, I am taking three-weeks off to cycle in France. There, I will also be writing, but not blogging.    The Piper will conclude on my return. Mike

The Problem With Believing In Oneself

I was out cycling with a good friend last night. It acts as a catch-up as well as a talking therapy session. The exercise is our form of meditation. The ride has several stages. The first is the preliminary greetings. This is followed by a few funny anecdotes from our daily lives. Then it becomes... Continue Reading →

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