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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

GTFO

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

A Broken Scale

A broken scale may or may not tell you something you want to know. It may say you're doing ok. It may tell you you're good enough. Or it might say you don't measure up.

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