I’m not a man wearing tights – I’m a cyclist

Here we are, mid-April in the north of England, and I’ve ridden my bike once this year in shorts. A … More

How to not go for a bike ride

Sometimes, tragically, it’s not possible to go for a bike ride. Perhaps work commitments are getting in the way. Maybe … More

I returned home from a bike ride this weekend to be met my youngest son. He was a bit concerned. … More

Along the kitchen worktop the accessories are lined up. Bottles, shades, house keys, bank card. Maybe a banana or two. … More

Fundamental truths are out there, waiting to be found. The moment you look and listen they fall into your lap, … More

I’ve written about this before, and I’ll write about it again, because it’s special. Magical. It’s that fabled bike ride … More

It’s true that I was a bit light-headed – I was deep into one of those rides. You know the … More

There was recently a virtual Tour of Flanders, I hear, in lieu of any actual, physical, 3D bike racing. A … More

Back in 2009 I was in the early stages of cycling. I found a fully-formed sub-culture where words like ‘brutal’ … More

It was a day where the heart wasn’t so much in it as on the sleeve, beating like a bastard, … More

“Are you in shape?” he asks, looking me up and down. A loaded question. He hasn’t even said hello yet. … More

Between expectation and reality sits happiness. Lower one, raise the other, and bingo, you’re in paradise. This is where I … More