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.
“A bad cyclist always blames his wheels…”, or so the old saying goes. Except, of course, when they blame their overwork, lack of sleep, family commitments, poor diet, or that dodgy pint they had last night. But usually it’s the wheels.
Whether you’re a cyclist or not, here in the UK you’ll be familiar with the professional northerner. We’re talking Geoff … More
As a society, we’re very comfortable with debt. We strive to be accepted by mortgage companies, we gleefully play credit … More
I’ve written about an annoying clicking noise coming from my bike before, and I’ll no doubt do it again. The … More
You head out for an evening bike ride, for a bit of good honest solitude. You’re several miles down the … More
I’m a fan of science. I believe that when “things” are proved using “facts” we get somewhere closer to “the … More
People often spit the word ‘blogger’, to denote their distaste and distrust. The bloggers of our imagination are dilettantes, second … More
Occasionally, when the weather is really coming down here in the north of England, it amuses me to wonder which of … More
There’s a chap called Narcissus in Greek mythology – you might have heard of him. He was a good looking … More
Stage 11 was another quiet day on le Tour, which gave me a chance to focus on the issues that … More
We cyclists are capable of prolonged arguments about a lot of things, but we are unanimous in our view of … More