Scissors and saddles
They cut my vagina with scissors on my daughter’s birth day.(more…)
A better way of running away
When we were 17, my friend was murdered.(more…)
Long distance cycling, babies and time
And in the blink of an eye, I have a seven month old baby.(more…)
All City Roll Around
Yesterday Pat and Nate from the All City Cycles HQ in Minneapolis and Brian and Dunk from ISON Distribution visited Keep Pedalling. With Shona and Rich busy in the shop, I took the visitors on a quick tour of some of Manchester finest “Victorian Shite” and cycling infrastructure.(more…)
Shit Road Manifesto
It can’t have escaped your attention that ‘gravel’ is a bit of a ‘thing’.
There are gravel bikes, and gravel helmets, and gravel shorts, and gravel bars, and gravel seatposts, and gravel tyres, and gravel events, and guides on how to ride on gravel, and gravel wheels, and gravel shoes, and trips to Scotland to ride gravel bikes… and probably gravel chamois cream and gravel gels.
Is it all marketing and hype to sell us more products?
Dear cycling twitter, there are worse things than being fat
Is there anything worse than being a shit driver? Or one of those bellends who moan about cyclists on Twitter?
Fat girl’s guide to the World Naked Bike Ride
Last year, for the first time as an (almost completely) unclothed participant, I did the Manchester World Naked Bike Ride.
And it was pretty marvellous.(more…)
Why don’t you want my money? The dull reality of being a “plus sized” cyclist
I think I’m a pretty accomplished cyclist. I’ve cycle toured solo across European countries and American states. I’ve raced time trials, hill climbs and cyclocross. I’ve won an alleycat. I’ve finished more audax than I can count. I’ve even been involved in a marketing campaign for a national cycle brand.
I’ve done all this nonsense while fat.(more…)
What (not) to do when dogs attack
1 March 2017. I’m about 40 miles out of Las Cruces, New Mexico, feeling strong and happy, looking forward to lunch in the next town, when the dogs attack.First I hear them, then I see them. With relief I note the dogs are still in a farmyard about 100 yards ahead of me…
Then I realise that the gate isn’t shut.