Zwift-ing for lolz
Everyone, as you know, is on Zwift. Geraint Thomas, your mates, that guy you nod at in town because heContinue Reading
Category: real life cycling
Nine northern winters and one winter bike
Over the course of nine northern winters I’ve spent a total of one hundred and fifteen quid on my winterContinue Reading
Cyclist v Train
I suppose there’s reassurance in knowing how you’re going to die. Or at least, after feeding in the data, havingContinue Reading
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
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
