Cyclists in a café (a Guinness World Record attempt)
The temperature was hovering around zero, and there hung a fog of frozen moisture in the air, forming droplets onContinue Reading
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The temperature was hovering around zero, and there hung a fog of frozen moisture in the air, forming droplets onContinue Reading
I have been accused, by those closest to me, of being a fair-weather cyclist. This is harsh. I’ve ridden myContinue Reading
Complaining, and cycling, are not compatible. I have embarked on bike rides before now of such stupidity and exaggerated ambitionContinue Reading
My cycling partner is running late. I fiddle around in the garage and contemplate another cup of coffee, my breath cloudyContinue Reading