- General Raves
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It's Moments Like These
- The yin and yang of mountain biking
- Double Happys complaint
- No love lost
- Static sense
- Products That Bombed
- Personal
- Air Time
- Emergency padding
- Only in America
- Saved by the Bandanna
- Hidden condom
- Pitbull protective Ranchsliders
- Postcard from France
- Daddy Long Legs surgery
- A case of mistaken identity
- Vermin at large
- Frequent flyer points
- Cutting edge product ideas
- Six simple messages
- Just riding along
- Trick or treat
- A mountain biker's ode
- Flashing in the dark
- A short flight to A & E
- The Things People Will do for a Dollar
- The first Ground Effect Latte Racer
- From the congregation
- Letter from America
- A Cyclic Saga tale
- The paradox of being 'saved' by the emergency repair patch.
- The birth of the mtb T-shirt
- The joys of rural living
- A close shave
- A Minities moment on Mt Fyffe
- I look like a Splice icecream
- Padded purse
- Glow in the dark
- Long sleeves in the sun
- A stitch in time
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Soldiers of the Cycling Revolution
- Locomotive driver Jock 'Reekie' McBarry
- Captain Commander Minus Barryssen Kroning
- Major-General 'Cotter-Pin' Bounding-Carruthers
- Claude-Hippolyte Rochefoucault
- Barrimus Maximus Cyclistes
- Commendatore Giuseppe Cronini
- Admiral Sir Ernest Falcon Cronundsen RN
- Bartholomeo Cronini
- Yogi Barath Kronpuce
- Chevalier Maurice-Claude de Railleur Foucalt-Croniere
- Baron Krummhaus von Wunderkranker
- General Jose Barrientos Croniero
The joys of rural living
UnderGround – Sep 95
Dave, Mike and I are heading up Western Valley Road at a leisurely pace. It's the middle of winter and cold as hell with ice everywhere. Anyway suddenly there's this big steer, with horns and everything, ambling up the road. After a while it stops and blocks the way, so I grab a branch and make like a toreador - riding towards it, flapping and hollering and urging it to move on. Then the bugger turns and charges me. We all panic, abandon the bikes and clamber for safety. Fortunately this car turns up at the critical moment. So we leap behind it to shelter from this steaming, huffing beast who is having a marvellous time stomping our bikes. The driver of the car found all this a bit exciting and started reversing down the road in retreat with us dancing backwards trying to maintain our shield. Mike even tried to get into the car which had the occupants even more distressed. Eventually the dust settled and the beast had moved on leaving our mangled bikes lying in the dirt.
Joe Arts on the joys of rural living.