“we tore around the sydney suburbs at 60kph in a terrifying, feral pack”

In the mid-1980s, despite regularly making nuisances of ourselves at our local bike shop, my girlfriend Josie and I were determined to resist all attempts to turn us into racing cyclists. While happy

1890 -CYCLING HOLIDAYS

The Doc decides that most cycling disciplines are all a little bit unusual

The Doc wilts in the ferocity of the commuter games

During this year’s scorching summer, I ended many of my rides with a dip in a small, long-neglected harbour near where I live. Occasionally I had to compete for space with fishermen who chose to cast

Too fast to fettle: the Doc isn’t a stickler for set-ups