Cycling stories to entertain and inspire

Author: odetocycling


  • The Celtic Knot – Part II

    Recollections from a 1,000km cycle ride around various parts of Ireland, July 2016 Continued from Part I Saturday 30th June The alarm went off at 05:00. I felt rather rough but physically fine. After showering I headed to the canteen where the rest of the “team” were already way through their breakfasts. It transpired that […]

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  • Mile Failte 2018 – Part I

    Recollections from a 1,200km cycle ride around the south-west of Ireland, June 2018 The Mile Failte is a 1200km audax radiating around the south west corner of Ireland from its base in Killarney. I suppose it all began two years earlier when I cycled over to Ireland and back to do the Celtic Knot. That […]

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  • The winter hill

    What way is this,Heft o’er hugging hills?Who thought to place you hereFar above the comfort of rambling valley lane – Lost amidst the chilling mists?Why do I seek your gravelly way,Stretching through the contoured clarts?Where wheels slide and slipThrough leaf-strewn mireWhile aching limbs burn and tire.Where others pause or turn the heelThe randonneur will grip […]

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  • Ivy

    Lately I’ve noticed you creeping slowlySnaking your sinuous way Across patches of earth unnoticedWeaving boldly up whitened wallsYour bold glossy heart-shaped leaves Fluttering above the Autumn foliageAll innocence as you herald the impending decayThe camouflaged fencing is leaning under your weightThe rotted posts rooted in breathless airThe bush is boundThe dry branch breaks to the […]

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  • The Celtic Knot – Part I

    Recollections from a 1,000km cycle ride around various parts of Ireland, July 2016 Thursday 28th July 2016 It was clear that Clara, once a thriving industrial town, had seen better times. Boarded-up shops and pubs greeted me as I hobbled around town (my feet blistered and in agony from walking too much around Dublin). Large […]

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  • The Road to Rambouillet

    The official start of my Paris-Brest-Paris began about 400km north of Rambouillet on the outskirts of Oxford. Here, on a fine summer’s morning, Quentin and I set off shortly after the appointed 8am start. My Flying Gate was pretty loaded up with a rando bag at the front, a rear-rack bag behind and a couple […]

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  • Lane to Killarney

    What lane is thisLost in these soft folds of green?Who wove your wayWandering around yonder bend?Bedecked with fully unfurled fern,The mossy trail trails away …A solemn silence, saveSweet sound of bird unseenWho trampled your wayLeg-worn and weary,Wandering homeward With flock or herd?This sunken cottage overgrown -Tumbled timbersSagging stoneThe welcome-worn doorstep youSo well knew has mossy […]

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  • The Morris Major, or the Two Old Fords

    It was a cool, clear morning and the harvest moon was there to greet me as I rode to Kelmscott (former home of William Morris) along the A40 cycle-path to Witney, and then down the A4095 to Bampton and my destination. The nearer I drew to Kelmscott the cooler it became. I felt that familiar […]

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  • The Autumn Randonneur

    Down sunken lane Up misty vale The randonneur will go While falling leaves And chilling breeze The randonneur will know Of moments passing with friends a-chatting And of many miles to go   The sunrise over frosted fields The vapoured light begins to glow And spinning steady onwards, upwards The randonneur will go. Throughout the […]

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  • Team VCJ does Paris-Brest-Paris

    Paris-Brest-Paris (or PBP as it is more commonly known) is a 1200km cycle ride boasting of a pedigree going right back to 1891 and the dawn of the safety bicycle – and pre-dating the Tour de France by some 12 years. To take part in PBP is not a trivial undertaking, and to complete puts […]

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