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My Red Kite Prayer

A lot of you reading these words came to The Cycling Independent after a decade and a bit more of reading Red Kite Prayer. For everyone else, the occasional references to RKP


This is my office. This couch. That dog. It is a comfortable place to sit for an hour or two at a time, but if I sit there all day my body tells me the ergonomics aren’t

He Died of a Saddle Sore

This, my epitaph, the stone mason chortling softly to himself as he works at the granite plinth. It seems fitting really, a testament to the hours I spent in the saddle, and