It always happens. Some free loader jumps on board. For a first class freebie flight through the woodland. Its normally the sharpest and jauntiest pebble of the land that floats through a triumphant arc and land in the bottom of my shoe. Slithering through a 2 millimeter opening with laser like precision. No other purpose than to stab the arch of my foot to oblivion.

I’d met my new nemesis on a little ledge of sun baked mud. After the ankle stroking heather, before the eye tickling hill roll, and besides the head swooshing tree jump. Perfectly placed on my…

Great rides are full of hair raising descents, jaw-dropping climbs, and belly filling cakes. When I (a bonafide under 30) am riding with my old man, and even older grand-man, it’s hard to include all of the above without causing the already nervous family GP even more worry. “Radical blood pressure dude”. Thanks to the arrival of e-bikes though, the GP might be able to prescribe themselves a chill pill, let their loyal customers hit the trail, and let families like ours unite through e-assisted adventure.

Back in the day, when disc brakes and suspension were viewed as sci-fi inspired…

Finding new routes for rad rides is pretty simple nowadays. You have standardised signs and symbols that give empirical evidence to inform your choices. Elevation can be calculated. Distance can be measured. Headcam footage absorbed. Bleep boop beep. There you go. You have a pretty accurate estimation of what to expect from your new ride before you’ve even rolled out of the garage. However, figuring out what to expect from the new group you’ve found in the corner of the internet is not always such a predictable experience.

I’ve moved around a lot and my bike always follows. However, I…

Right in the middle of the petrol station forecourt was an old office desk and a plastic garden chair. I simultaneously collapsed, sighed, and slumped over the desk, like a jaded HR manager. I took a break from a day of cycling on the motorway hard shoulder. The thunder was crashing around me and the rain was relentless. Just as the last drop of despair fell from my bib shorts, a guy from the petrol station checked if I was ok, patted me on the back, and gave me six fresh figs. His kindness lifted my spirits no end. …

Like a public bathroom mirror, I am covered in the handprints of strangers, but I have also been doing a lot of reflecting. Reflecting on a snowy and wet winter with limited opportunities for adventure, and how these limited opportunities for adventure can get you down.

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Imagine the act of riding your bicycle is a delicious and exotic fruit. Its sweetness makes your pupils dilate. Its nectar makes your toes tingle. The little hairs on its skin have been shaped into a stylish hairdo. However, it grows on the worlds highest, and wobbliest tree. The opportunities to enjoy it are…

I can only speak for myself here, but I do feel like there is a lot that goes unsaid on our group rides. Certain vibes permeate the air but float by unmentioned. These are strong but silent messages of love that have potential to take our riding to the next level.

To set the context of this ode to my buds, a bit of a qualifying statement is needed. I enjoy cycling on my own and indulging in introspection. I also believe that the most fun parts of cycling are the buzzing down hills bits, the jumpy jumps, and the…

Adam Batty

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