There’s a great quote from the even greater cyclist Eddy Merckx, something along the lines of:
” The race is won by the rider who can suffer the most” Continue reading
It’s Sunday evening…
In the words of one of the world’s great philosophers… “Two out of three ‘aint bad”!
(Thank you Mr Meatloaf).
Heading off to Wales for a week of mountain biking, it began to get a bit disconcerting after the 11th text message which said
“Have fun, don’t hurt yourself too much”.
I don’t know if these concerned messages were indicative of my (lack of) skill or just the perception my nearest and dearest have of the sport.
However as it turned out, the very real danger was to come from somewhere wholly unexpected. Continue reading →
“Whereabouts are the brakes on this thing” is not a question you want to hear, especially when the rider is speeding across a small forecourt towards a line of parked cars.
Meanwhile, in my peripheral vision I can see our brand new cargo trike, 2 passengers in the front-box taking a corner flat out, heading on collision course with the first rider. Avoidance of this only likely if the trike first overbalances on the hairpin turn.
Not for the first time I wonder at how on earth I landed up being the responsible adult for this renegade group. Continue reading →
For some (ok me), one of the main pleasures of cycling is the free pass bestowed to consuming an obscene amount of cake with near impunity.
There are of course other attractions, increased fitness, muscle tone, stunning scenery, but mostly, it’s all about the cake. Continue reading →