Sammy Sanchez

Life as a race photographer in Asia...

Chilling and sad legendary falls from the mountain

Jens Voigt and fighting talk

Time travelling back to 2008 and a week with Simon Gerrans

Rolling with the iconic French brand

The great Brit brand

​Following the death march trails of Borneo

​An interview with Mark Cavendish, Geraint Thomas and Ian Stannard

With 15 seconds to go I jumped commando style from the chopper and legged it across the field to my bike and made it two full seconds before the big off.

As romantic as the history of Bianchi it’s self is the legend of the Celeste colour; it is believed that after making a custom bicycle for, and teaching her to ride it, that Edoardo became so enchanted with the Celeste

Italian star Salvatore Commesso is a virtual maestro, and is renown as one of the most aggressive and attacking riders in the pro peleton, which is why we tracked him down

Kelly was known as a true grit hard man, one of the most intuitive and gnarliest riders the sport has ever seen. It was said that the tougher the weather and the conditions the more he relished the fight

I’d been to all kinds of bike races (Even at such a tender age), yet this was something else. I’d never seen anything quite like this, it was surreal, mesmerising and fascinating.

Right until the bitter end was splattered above Wiggins name on the cruelly steep slopes of the Angliru

Several “just one mores” later and I turned to see a young French lady at the bar next to me. She was friendly, but as mad as French cheese

My knees and legs had completely gone; I was literally in tears, and was reduced to walking sideways, and using my butt to get down the final two hours. I really did not think I would make it.

This really was a decaying old concrete and rusty iron 18” wide path, vaguely pinned to the side of a Grand Canyon style gorge. And not only was it severely lacking in railings, it had great big gaping holes in it too, like, people size, big people size.

We stumbled across a mountain refuge, a god forsaken stone shelter without light, water, or anything for that matter. I’d resigned myself to spending the night there, hoping that the storm would have passed by morning and that we would have a better chance of continuing the descent.