It might seem a bit premature to be talking about the highlights for 2020 whilst coming to the end of March, but it is a good time to mention that I am now going to update the gallery for the year on the fly. The Gallery menu now has two options, one for the historic…
As I dived between puddles, holes and deep ridges in the track, the open bi-way in front of me just pulled me further and further along. Stopping only for photographs and, as you can see, nerd like levels of documenting on the GoPro, I felt like a child out in the 70’s with no care in the world
I had one numerical goal when I started the year and that was to hit 4,000 miles. I hadn’t achieved that in previous years and therefore I figured why not. 2017 had been my best year ever and as 2018 had gone a bit backwards compared to that I decided it was the year I…
This really is edited down!
We used to base our rides around the route. Now we base them around the cafe stop, the wind and then the route in that order
If my Strava personal assistant (and let’s call her Sally) offered me the chance of setting up such a goal, reminded me of it, reported against my progress and even gave me a nudge if I was below schedule for that period, would it make me work a bit harder?
There was a time when a Sportive would be seen as a big event for me, so much so that I would even lay my clothes out on the floor the night before, write check lists and plan an energy fuelled breakfast. Now, without wanting to sound too cocky, I don’t even want to attend…
I had stayed at Liz’s house in London the night before as they were away somewhere and I think we were babysitting or something. Either way, it meant I had to get up very early if I was going to get to Blenheim Palace on time. The race was due to start at 9.30am and…
I agreed to climb Stelvio because I always liked the idea of telling people I had. But now I was at the bottom, in the soaring June heat my thoughts were very different.
The task was simple. Find 19 people and get them to ride with me from London to Paris. Oh boy!
It’s a morbid thing to say, but I said recently to someone that if I died tomorrow, don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve crammed a lot into my years compared to some.
A summary of my favourite moments in cycling – 2018
As they stood at the counter, espresso shots in hand, their eyes never left each other as they necked the hot coffee, trying hard not to flinch under the heat of the liquid and the bitterness of the gritty drink. “Two more”, said the rival. “Each!” Added Adrian
I managed to get a photo of Peter Sagan and with my free hand patted him on the back as if it that action alone would validate my meeting of him. I was now officially a Fan Boy!