Café stops and ‘fool’s spring’
The café stop used to be de rigeur. A social event. Sometimes better than the ride itself. The promise ofContinue Reading
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The café stop used to be de rigeur. A social event. Sometimes better than the ride itself. The promise ofContinue Reading
The temperature was hovering around zero, and there hung a fog of frozen moisture in the air, forming droplets onContinue Reading
As I was wrestling with the neoprene of my ineffective autumn gloves, he’s let me flippin’ tyres down. It’s not logic and science, and nor is it the puncture fairy. It’s secret option number three: sabotage! What other explanation can there be?
Arse-over-tit It’s the mid-ride café, 50 miles in to a big day on the bike. You have a beautifully manicuredContinue Reading