yes, another installment over on PEZ, analysing a thrilling Stage Ten of this mightily eventful Giro…
yes, read the latest crankpunk lowdown on the Giro, this time ruminating on the rest day, on the Pez Cycling website.
awesome stage 7, what a ride by the very big Adam Hansen, read my take on it here.
ah, the last of the great spring classics has come and gone, oh woe is us!
what a corker of an early season it’s been, already looking forward to 2014.
highlights? too many to mention, but Spartacus and Vanmarcke battling like true gladiators over the cobbles and on into the hallowed Roubaix velodrome will live long in the memory.
‘delicious’ is the word i’d choose to describe that one.
anyway, here’s the link to the Pez article, hope you like it.
do whatever you do, but whatever you do, don’t forget to crank on…
and if you can, add a little punk.
yep, you know the drill by now, click the link for the skinny on La Fleche!
yup, cp taking over PEZ again!
yup, another installment in Pez.
get it while it’s all veiny and hard.
i’m moonlighting again.
served up with an only slightly mouldy breadroll here
get it while it’s hot… ok, it’s already lukewarm, but go get it anyway…
i began crankpunk so that i’d have a place to vent and so that my friends could follow my exploits as i raced around Asia, but as there are more readers coming each week i feel it’s time i explained who i am. i enjoy writing with the ‘mask’ that crankpunk affords me, but in truth it’s pretty much the way i always write anyway. anyone who read my race diaries on VeloNews and Pez Cycling would have guessed it was me though, I think…
crankpunk is me, Lee Rodgers, an English professional road cyclist on UCI Continental CCN Racing Team, based and living in Asia, who also doubles as a freelance journalist, writing in the main about this great passion of ours. i say ‘ours’ cos if you’re reading this then i’m presuming that you too are edging the bike-geek-o-meter’s needle dangerously close to ‘this one’s a lost cause’, and no doubt have at least one room in your house that bears witness to your love, manifested through countless sets of wheels, useless busted tires you for some reason keep around, chammy creams in various states of crustiness and endless nuts, bolts, saddles, hex wrenches and on and on and on, and maybe even a few race numbers strewn about too…