Author Archive (Kern)

How It Was We Took Up Cycling

I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable – Dwight Eisenhower The weather outside is somewhere between bitter and miserable – hardly the sort of day to hop in the saddle and set out for a century or two. So pull up a chair, thrust the tin heater well into the […]

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CompuTrainer

Yesterday was rematch day. Same route, same opponent. Before going further I will warn you that this post has an Irish angle. I have never ridden a bicycle race and I don't think I ever will. I'm a bit past the time of life to take up competitive sports, if you know what I mean.

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Tory Hill to Paudash Lake

Tory Hill to Paudash Lake is a lovely run of 24 kilometers that goes over the rolling hills of the Canadian Shield on a twisting road. Last Sunday I rode this route for my first training run of the season. It was one of those monochrome days when the gray is punctuated only by the […]

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Danny MacAskill: Way Back Home

This is worth a look.

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Ireland 2010

On the way to Timoleague In May-June we did a tour of the Emerald Isle. I have copied below the text of our trip report, which was originally published on Mary's web site in September. Photos can be viewed here. (There are a few dropped links, but with patience you can view them all). Roscarbery […]

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Remembering Instant Karma

I got on my bike yesterday for the first time in almost four weeks. The gap was on account of physical separation, not health, injury or illness (knock on wood, twice). I found myself consciously having to remember the morning routine – the pack-up of my office kit, the equipment checklist (tyres, chain, water, lights). […]

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The Commute

The daily commute accounts for most of my miles. It's not much of a story, but Monday morning was gorgeous so I took a camera with me.

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1-2-3

One rim. Two tyres. Three flats, this morning's being the most recent. Time for a new rim, I think.

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A Stranger in a Strange Land

“Where do you plan on going?” asked the lady behind the desk. “Kirkut?” I replied, which was a question as much as a statement.

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