‘Test Your Mettle’ Road Insulated Jacket by Pearson: £150. Summer kit is great. We all like a racy jersey and a pair of razor-sharp bib shorts. Riding light, clocking up mileage in […]
It’s gone too far. Back in 2012 ‘marginal gains’ was a bit of fun. A harmless dimply skinsuit here, a weird wobbly set of front forks there, but we’ve reached a tipping […]
Check out the new Hope Lotus track bike, the marketing blurb implores us. Futuristic, wind tunnel tested, revolutionary, radical, cutting edge, blah blah. Created to deliver a shed load of GB cycling […]
Stage 8, today, in Catalonia, was all context. Stage 9 is all set for a whopper in Andorra so the big names would keep today’s powder dry. The single climb of the […]
The colour of a Bianchi bike is not turquoise, aquamarine, cyan, or teal. It’s Celeste. Pronounced che-less-tay. AKA Bianchi Green. It’s Celeste in the same way the Yellow Jersey is yellow and […]
As a Brit, and a pro cycling fan, you might expect me to be rooting for my countrymen at the forthcoming Tour de France? Waving my Union Jack at the TV, stroking […]
The Ecuadorian government, today, bought the broadcasting rights to the final stage of the Giro d’Italia from whichever profit hungry satellite TV company owns them in that country, and beamed pictures live, […]
Davide Cassani, as you may know, is the manager of the Italian national cycling team. He’s been in Yorkshire recently recce’ing the route of the forthcoming World Championships in September. Wildness of […]
Some years ago I found myself sweating and struggling up the Col de Joux Plane – a high alpine pass, and semi-regular Tour de France climb, in the Haute Savoie. It was […]
Humans, as you probably know, have a whole range of emotions at their disposal. Some experts suggest there could be as many as four, or even five, though I can’t personally claim […]
The temperature was hovering around zero, and there hung a fog of frozen moisture in the air, forming droplets on my beard as I pedalled. If I could get to the café, […]
Available in paperback and Kindle e-book: click here to buy now Every stage of the 2018 editions of the Giro d’Italia, Tour de France, and Vuelta Espana, pinned down and dissected like […]
What can I say? I’ve taken my eye off the ball. I’ve had a few weeks off and thought I could catch up. And I find myself swimming in a sea of pro cyclists riding for unfamiliar teams wearing unfamiliar kit.
“Oh, there’s been some mistake,” I thought to myself. The Garmin corporation are under the misapprehension that I’m a ten-year-old boy when actually, hilariously, I’m a forty-two year old man.
Commuters, roadies, mountain bikers, fixie fanatics, helmet wearers, non-helmet wearers, MAMIL’s, skinny kids, veterans, fans of The Rules, haters of The Rules; all cyclists, all governed by different laws of behaviour.
The image of five or six frozen cyclists at the side of the road, bikes propped against a wall and furiously cuddling each other to keep warm, does have a certain poignancy to it.