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!
We had two weeks to find a house 1000 miles away that was suitable for 8 people. We found Girona.
Climbs I have started to tick off as me and my cycling friends make our way slowly around some of Europe’s famous mountain tops.
Some of my favourite photos that involve the local MCC
Wiggle though made up for this. Not only were we greeted by the ubiquitous inflatable finish line, but a live band, the smell of barbecuing steak and a wall of children and mothers (well at least 6 or 7) lining the finish line clapping and cheering.
Starve should have a feature that records what you wore on the ride so you don’t have to go through the indecision next time.
A Middle Aged Man In Lycra, or as it is more commonly known MAMIL is a term I hate. I hate it because I didn’t know at 46 I was middle aged and when I did come out of my day-dream to realise it I quickly slipped back into the fantasy world desperately trying to…
As your breath starts to slow down, the nonchalant mechanical buzz of the free rolling wheels is suddenly your best friend.