The Clavicle Diaries (or how I stopped worrying and learned to wait for the road).

On Saturday 15 August I had my worst crash. I was found unconscious in the road during the Saint Kilda Cycling Club trophy race at Kyneton. Somehow, I had crashed on the final descent with six kilometres left in the 83 Km race. I say ‘somehow’, as my injuries left me with no recollection of the…

Race Report: 2015 Three Day Tour (D)

I gasped for air and fell clumsily against my bike at the side of the road. I’d just won the fourth and final stage of the Three Day Tour with a 60km solo breakaway. Anxiously, I looked up the road to see if the chasing group were coming. I needed 51 seconds for the unlikely…

Race report: 2015 Hell of the West (D)

I was pretty happy with my racing at the Mansfield Tour and assumed I’d build on my form. Then my luck changed. I got sick for the first time since 2013. I started to rebuild, planning to work a city commute into my training, but on my first commute I crashed in the rain. When…

First Race, First Win

For me, road cycling was always going to be about road racing. When I got my road bike at the end of 2012, after years of commuter cycling, I knew I was going to end up competing; the question was when. After eight months of riding 200-300km a week, through the hills north of Eltham,…