Italian skinny
“Are you in shape?” he asks, looking me up and down. A loaded question. He hasn’t even said hello yet.Continue Reading
Category: real life cycling
Do the happy maths
Between expectation and reality sits happiness. Lower one, raise the other, and bingo, you’re in paradise. This is where IContinue Reading
My idiocy is gender neutral
Trough of Bowland behind me I hammered, wind-assisted, in the direction of Whitewell. You might know the place. This hamlet,Continue Reading
Steal the traffic cone, fall into the canal, and ride the Bianchi
The colour of a Bianchi bike is not turquoise, aquamarine, cyan, or teal. It’s Celeste. Pronounced che-less-tay. AKA Bianchi Green.Continue Reading
The world, my oyster
It’s a plod, at best. Cadence is low. Mind flitting from thought to thought, a-wandering, a depressed butterfly for whomContinue Reading
Water! Acqua! Agua! Eau!
In Italy, I learned, they do it differently. They have a civilised, communal solution. Cycling through a town or village,Continue Reading
The sliding scale of think
The mind, as you may be aware, is as influential as the legs when it comes to riding a bikeContinue Reading
