After wearing out his knees with basketball and running, Michael O'Reilly became yet another Mamil (Middle-Aged Man In Lycra).
Michael O'Reilly Yes, it’s that season again, which heralds that ever-present threat of feathered fury from the sky.
Michael O'Reilly The raucous horn sounded half a second before the ute skimmed past me, its side-view mirror just missing my handlebar. The driver’s voice bellowed through the open passenger window: “Get .
Michael O'Reilly Yes, it's that time of year again. Three weeks of drama, tension, glory, defeat and fatigue; and that's just what's going on in late-night lounge rooms across the nation.
Michael O'Reilly How many more cyclists must be run off the road by cars, only to have it come down to the driver’s word against theirs?
Michael O'Reilly “Pay yer rego!” It's a cry I've heard many times while cycling, and it always confuses me.
Michael O'Reilly Suddenly, as I rounded the corner, it all made sense to me. Lake Pukaki was sparkling in the morning sun, reflecting the snowy slopes of New Zealand's highest mountain, Aoraki/Mount Cook, which ...
Michael O'Reilly Any cyclist riding along a street lined with parked cars faces an unenviable choice.
Michael O'Reilly I first realised I was developing a problem when I was driving home from a ride, and put an ice-cold energy drink bottle between my legs.
Michael O'Reilly Whew … is it safe to come out yet? It's been a torrid few weeks of media coverage for cyclists.
Michael O'Reilly Was the recent police crackdown on city cyclists not wearing helmets really necessary?
Michael O'Reilly Show me a cyclist who says they've got all the gear they want or need, and I'll show you someone who is probably fibbing.
Michael O'Reilly A lot of people whinge about cyclists. They complain that we don’t pay rego; get in the way of cars; think we’re morally superior; wear Lycra; treat red lights as yield signs;
Michael O'Reilly “You know the craziest thing of all?” says the bloke sitting next to me on the road, half way up Mt Buffalo in the Victorian Alps.
Michael O'Reilly I can still remember my first time. Standing there, semi-naked and slightly nervous, wondering if I was ready for this next step; if I was man enough to go through with it.