An accidental imperial century

This morning I set out with a solo 100km in mind. That’s about as far as I ever go. I’m no long distance cyclist, preferring to smash out a more intense two or three hours in the saddle. Sometimes though you need to go on a journey and as I had nothing else to do…

Always listen to the weatherman (and the wife)

Yesterday morning and I’m checking the weather forecast one last time. I’ve got to drop the wife at the airport by 9:15am then I’ll be on the bike by 9:45am. The forecast is predicting a 30% chance of rain. I smugly think to myself, I’ll take those odds! I tell Mrs tempocyclist I’m putting the…

Making time for recovery

Proper recovery is important. After all, you don’t get stronger when you’re riding hard, you get stronger by recovering properly from riding hard! This week I’m taking it a little easier. I’ve been averaging around 240km/week of mostly hard rides over the past couple of months, so it’s time to dial it back and let…

Two years in Tasmania!

Has it really been that long already? Wow! It seriously only feels like yesterday, but on the 10th of May 2016 I stepped off the plane at Hobart Airport, collected my Bike Box Alan and walked out onto Tassie soil to started my new life on the other side of the planet. What a change…

CLC2018 Ride 7: Taking a trip to the North Coast

My seventh and final ride for this year’s CLC is actually a number of rides melded into one. There’s a reason for this though. I’ve been on holiday along the North Coast of Tasmania so took the opportunity to do a bit of exploring by bicycle. My wife April knows I get a bit moody…

CLC2018 Ride 6: Mornings on the mountain

Love em or hate em, hills are a part of cycling. They call your name, taunt you, entice you. I like climbing, but there was a time in the not-so-distant past where I would avoid any big climbs in favour of posting higher average speeds and more miles on the clock. These days I’m learning…