When I started this blog I made a promise to myself: I wasn’t going to start another journal where some middle-aged guy gives you a blow-by-blow account of his “epic” day on the bike. 915 more words
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In April 2018 I travelled back in time to the now defunct German internal Grenze (border) at the Wurmberg Mountain.
In the mid-eighties I had stood on the west side of the Grenze half way up the Wurmberg Mountain in the… 541 more words
Recently, expertise (or at least understanding) was claimed by a person in one realm by suggesting equivalence of experience from another realm. Something along the lines of “since I’m a randonneur and a road cyclist, I also understand mountain biking”. 338 more words