I admit, at some point the days begin to melt together as you settle into the riding routine.  It gets hard to distinguish the miles or events of one day from the next.  You remember the miles and events, but they are attached to a part of life, rather than specific da...

Pie.  I need pie, today. A twelve inch berry pie with a nice double crust and homemade flavor. And a quart of that super rich Channel Island milk they’ve got over here.  

What do they call fruit pies here?  Meat pies seem to be the general rule instead of the excep...

It’s morning… not sure what time. The sun streams into a hotel room that strikes me as very European.  Our pile of bicycling gear and bags line the wall in front of me, but other than that, the furniture is modern and minimal.  Zara is tapping softly at the door, offer...

We are absolutely tearing down the road at Llanberis Pass.  The sound of rain pelting my face, the wind ripping at my jacket, and the whir of the wheels beneath me drown out everything else.  On my left the long dry-stack rock wall lining the descent is only a grey blu...