Author: Harold Dalton

Cycling industry professional with over 14 years of experience in professional journalism, television, and industry writing.

Pogacar wins! If he doesn’t win, this was a joke. If he does win, sorry for the spoiler. Adjust your hate mail accordingly.

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We’ve often written about cycling videogames in our 16 years of having a website semi-related to bicycles. What was once a barren wasteland of obscure Japanese keirin games, strange DOS churn, and Paperboy eventually gave way to Pro Cycling Manager, the gold standard of the genre. It combined Championship Manager style squad management with in-game tactics to produce a complete, though occasionally a little rough, simulation that allowed you to fulfill your impotent wishes as a fan right terrible injustices like Ivan Basso not beating Lance Armstrong in 2005. Some brief dabbling in arcade racing games gave the publisher, and…

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Do we care about the GP Oetingen? Like, more than Strade Bianche and Paris-Nice, which we’ve so far only expressed opinions on over on the secret social medias that only the greatest in the sport get access to? (Sorry if you don’t have access. Send proof of monument or grand tour victory to our email address if you want in. Bradley, we already know what you did so you can just email us as usual.) Don’t know. DGAF. It’s important for the men’s sport to experience this type of erasure. Okay, here’s the race report from our guest correspondent. Team…

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DerailedUK Archives:1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27a | 27b | 28 | 29 This was a busy time in work and in life. We had been working on a lot of content over at Cycling.TV, and this, a monthly cycling quiz with fiendishly difficult questions and only modest prizes, was one of the…

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Proving that we just throw darts at our inbox and write about whichever random email they land on, today we’re breaking the exciting news that Stages Cycling has today launched its new app, imaginatively called the Stages Cycling App. It replaces Stages Link and adds new features and functionality for Stages SB20 Smart Bike, Stages Dash and Stages Power meters. Is this newsworthy? Not sure. Seems like there are bigger things going on in the world. But we like our Stages Dash and maybe writing about the new app will remind us to download it sometime in the next six months.…

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Between the outbreak of World War III, Liverpool winning another cup final, and a blizzard, you’d be forgiven for missing the start of the cycling season. Substitute your own nonsense for numbers two and three on that list. Yes, the start. Omloop and Kuurne-Brussel-Kuurne are when the season starts, and fuck anyone who tells you that the UAE Tour or Qatar or whatever actually matters. Yet, for the first time in two decades, we missed both races. Well, fuck. These are unprecedented times. Hey, add a pandemic as number four on our list of excuses. Omloop Guess who won? Hey…

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Please welcome our new total site sponsor and wonderful patron of our art, Gazprom. Wait. Oh fuck, oh crap, I’m trying to back out of the deal. This post was revealed to us in a dream and we’ve forgotten how the second half went. Sorry for the lack of punchline. To clarify, we’re not really sponsored by Gazprom. Please don’t get upset and make us have to post that sportswashing essay we’ve been sitting on. Although, if Roman Abramovich has a spare $500M lying around, we could totally ignore all our principles and accept it. Like, immediately.

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There used to be a cool Greek cocktail bar by my house. It was clean and modern, but also a slightly bit strange. One example is that on the shelves, among all the classy trinkets and every type of glassware known to man, was inexplicably a Wu-Tang Clan logo. The bar was too close to be worthwhile riding my fixie there on a night, but I did often swing by and lock up outside for a cheeky liqueur-based beverage on my way home. The ravings of a madman? Perhaps. But also a man trying desperately to form the only connection…

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