Tag Archives: enduro
Not My Usual Haunts
Long time no see.
After months of chilly silence, I’m back, and I’m not in a place where I’d expect to find myself.
A...
ACL Rehab Update
Here's a little update on the ACL rehabilitation process - and the generally risky situation for female dirt bikers.
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From Singapore to Chiang Mai
It’s Sunday and everyone’s out riding enduro except me. I sit in the shadowy office, trying to ignore the abandoned gecko tail on my de...
Change your knobbies
The air is filled with flying termites. Last night, the rain fell softly for hours, waking up the baked earth and ushering the jungle b...
Blue Sky Convalescence
While Chiang Mai burns, I am convalescing under blue skies at the South China Sea.
End of a Season
The sun has been red for two weeks: the burning season is here.
Every year, from the beginning of March, the mountains of north...
Injury
It’s been a while. I told you all about the hill climb, and nothing of the race.
Well, the race was awesome. It was hot and difficul...
Days of Kampot
I’m walking down the street in Kampot when I see my friend sitting out the front of Milano Pizza. I cross over and take the empty seat ...
Life’s a beach… by a river in Cambodia
I am lying on a swinging daybed beside a river, gently sautéing in my own sweat. The hot wind has pushed clouds over the mountains and ...
Bike ready, brain full
5.45 am, Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A comfortable studio apartment in a comfortable part of town. I try to make myself coffee using the UHT ...
Trail of Bruises
I’m feeling a little beaten up today. I love dirt biking but some days you bite the dust harder than others, and yesterday was one of t...
Extraction (Part 5)
The next day we walked back into the jungle with a tow rope and a couple of strong young men. The sun was shining gaily and the sheetin...
Stranded in the Jungle (Part 3)
Day 3 dawned in rain that hissed on the coals of the fire as we allowed its heat to subside in preparation for leaving camp.
Th...
Yes, but did you die? (Part 1)
One, two, one, two… I count myself through each step. If you put enough of these tiny, zombie shuffles together, you’ll reach the top o...
Sustainable Vagrancy
I sit in the HiVolt shop, surrounded by motorcycles and trials gear, and wait. Darkness falls and the high timbered ceilings glow with ...