Pretty much each time I have finished my ride I like to scroll through my Strava segment summary and look for highlights in the ride. Now let’s make it clear right from the off that I’m not one of those … Continue reading Chimp versus Strava
I’ve only ever had 3 stitches before. These were inserted in my chin after randomly falling over the handlebars as a 8 or something year old on my cousins bike. I was very brave and I even remember not crying as the doctor waved the thread in front of my eyes as if to taunt me about the pain he was about to inflict. To be fair, I screamed like a baby at the time I crashed, but hey I was young and in my defence it bloody hurt.
Come to the Alps they said, it will be fun they said. Of course it will! They were right, but not that I thought that as I sat at the side of the road on Alp D’Huez close to tears with anger and rage.
Prior to getting on my bike I hadn’t spent much time eating flies. Especially not the large fat buggers that nonchalantly fly at you like a youth walking towards you on the street using their mobile phone, expecting you to get out of the way of them. Cycling changed this.