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Vacancy: Dutchman wanted. Full training given. Belgians need not apply.
There is only one additional training aid I think could make use of: a Dutchman. A straight talking, no-nonsense, niceties-lost-in-translation, dweller of the Low Countries…
Talk to the caveman ‘cos the cyclist ‘aint listening
I’m ravenous and I have to eat. It’s primal, it’s prehistoric… the wolf is already in the house and if it doesn’t move fast I’m going to scoff it.
Cycling needs to ban these things!
The latest iteration of Oakley Jawbreakers, for example. To wear them here in the UK requires planning permission. You are a cyclist; you are not Boba Fett from Star Wars.
A shivering Brit craving sunshine
The north of England, I can confirm, is damp and cold at this point in January. My first reaction to the sight the pro peloton limbering up for, and then racing in, the Tour Down Under, clad in shorts and summer jerseys, is one of seething envy.
Wonderful Losers
The gregarios (aka domestiques, or water carriers) plough their furrow in the world of pro cycling without glory. They fetch,Continue Reading
