In search of a sixty-mile tailwind
Back in 2009 I was in the early stages of cycling. I found a fully-formed sub-culture where words like ‘brutal’Continue Reading
Tag: Bike Ride
Spiders, everywhere
It was a day where the heart wasn’t so much in it as on the sleeve, beating like a bastard,Continue 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
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
