Though I am a man of above average willpower, I have my weaknesses: shiny Italian bike components, for example; skinny … More
Matt Holmes comes from Wigan, in the north of England. Just down the way from road|THEORY HQ. After several seasons … More
I’m ravenous and I have to eat. It’s primal, it’s prehistoric… the wolf is already in the house and if it doesn’t move fast I’m going to scoff it.
I rolled down the hill and home, and sat at the kitchen table seeing stars. The hollow stare of a (hungry) Vietnam vet. I inhaled a cheese sandwich without chewing. Slurped a cup of tea without pause. Slowly, the creeping kilojoules soaked into my system and I returned to something resembling life.
The truth is, I’ve never ridden faster than when fuelled by samosas. And I’m not talking about the kind of limp, beige affairs you find on the deli-counter at Sainsbury’s, but whacking-great triangles of crisp, bubbling pastry, filled with enough spice to have you tasting them most of the way up the big climb of the evening.
For Stage 10 of this year’s Giro the organisers pulled out all the stops. Full culture. Maximum history. They even threw some … More
To the casual once-a-year-Tour-de-France-watching-armchair fan I can see why the Tour of Flanders might need some explanation. “Why is the … More
For sheer, terrifying excitement, riding through thick fog in the dark is tough to beat. On a recent Wednesday evening … More
Much as I would happily up and move to Mallorca for a life of sunshine and a diet of olives, it’s time someone highlighted the gastronomic pitfalls that await you, the cyclist, during your week of bliss.
For some, Easter is about religion. For many, it’s about bunnies and chocolate. No-one really knows why, but bunnies are … More
I’m hopping from foot to foot (cleat to cleat…*) in a blur of hunger, frustration, and awkward embarrassment at the … More
Christmas, for the cyclist, is a time of psychological struggle. The majority of the UK population rather touchingly embrace the … More