It really isn’t about the bike
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
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…
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
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.
But most importantly, the moral of the story is get off your arse Crow
It’s not often I’ve been on an aeroplane that only had seven other passengers on it, although I came close once on an out of season flight in Thailand in 1996. On this occasion, as I looked around the cabin at the excited faces playing with their reclining leather seats and taking selfies, I knew…
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…