We’ve just passed the second climb in the local lap. About 30 riders; that’s what is left of the buch. At top speed we ride towards the village of…

There are days I wish I wasn’t a cyclist. Days when my boyfriend calls me in a small voice to tell me he’s got the flu. Fever, dizzy, nauseous. He…

My 89 year old gran calls it ‘psycho cross’. Both because that was what she first thought I called it when I told her what it was I was doing…

I spent a couple of days in Limburg, the south of the Netherlands, to train. The arrows for the Amstel Gold Race tourist ride were already out there, so I…

Bed thieves There were only double beds left, explained the receptionist in our hotel in Gent to us and she added she felt really sorry for us. But what did…

The road to Oude Kwaremont surprises me. It appears to be a nasty uphill one. Typical, I really don’t remember that. The only thing I can remember is the fight…

  It all started with Mandarijn (mandarin) when I was a young girl, for obvious reasons. Especially the boy next door, Patrick, loved to call me Mandarijn. Of course I…

The Ronde van Drenthe: I’ve never ridden this course over familiar ground. Saturday will be the first time. Once the race starts, we’ll be rushing through Oosterhesselen at about 12:20…

In the annals of the Rás, the Cookstown Incident rings loud. It was a day in which a bike race was brought to a halt in a strange and all-too-serious…

If you live beneath someone who combines a wooden floor with Cuban or high heels, you’ll know that sound travels rather well through solid objects. It’s on the exact principle…