Flow: Bikes and Brews Teaser

I recently joined the crew from Flow Mountain Bike to check out the biking and breweries in North East Victoria. Guided trail tours, swims in the river to cool down, witty banter, food and drink of champions….I had to pinch myself multiple times to make sure it was all real.

Tales from the trip will be in issue two, available on January 9. A short film is also in the making. Here’s a teaser. How did you spend your last afternoon?

Pimp My Skills

The Silent Revolution started as an online hub for female mountain bikers to chat about female mountain bikey stuff. It’s grown into a huge community of confident, bubbly chicks on bikes and is quickly transforming the women’s riding and racing scene in many parts of Australia.Continue reading “Pimp My Skills”

Saumur, 15 Years Later

Most of the recent stories on this website describe ways of getting to know a country, or countries, by bike. In 1998 I discovered France as a high school student. Saumur, a 30,000 person town in the Maine-et-Loire – an area known for beautiful wines, many old chateaus and small houses built into rockfaces – was my temporary home.

Do a Google Image surf of Saumur and you will almost exclusively see photos of this Chateau. (Here’s another one.)

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Postcards From Big French Mountains 2

Almost as if by accident, we arrived in the Pyrennean town, Bagneres-de-Luchon, the same day le Tour de France made its depart. The bars and restaurants were bursting with cyclists, little jersies were strung between trees, and everywhere you looked people seemed happy and content. Bikes and holidays – what a wonderful combination.Continue reading “Postcards From Big French Mountains 2”

Postcards From Big French Mountains

“Grab your helmet and hurry up!” These the words that woke me from a much needed sleep.  An hour later I found myself hanging onto metal railings, high above Saint-Jean-De-Maurienne, where Le Tour de France had made its depart earlier that morning.  Sydney riding buddy, Yvoine McCort, who grew up in the area looked more at home the higher we went. I loved every minute of the experience and was glad I didn’t wear thongs.Continue reading “Postcards From Big French Mountains”