He was collared by a press man and asked a question. He opened his mouth and the lip trembled. He hid his face beneath team issue baseball cap (should be a casquette, really, but whatever…) and sobbed, squeezing out a manly “aww jeez…I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” and then he sobbed a bit more.
“Before cycling took over your life I used to think that cyclists were weird – y’know with the lycra, the shaved legs and all the rest,” my wife said recently. The implication […]
As anyone who even vaguely knows me and my wife will tell you, I’m the one who does the cycling and she’s the one with perspective, a variety of interests, and a […]
I’m pretty sure my wife likes the fact that I’m a cyclist – she understands the style, the culture, and the tan lines. Having said that, I’ve never yet shaved my legs. […]
A huge spider jumped out of one of our kitchen cupboards recently, in an apparently unprovoked attack on my wife. Living as we do here in the UK, the term ‘huge spider’ […]