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? Continue reading If I Were Strava CEO
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 … Continue reading Trophy Cabinet
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 Continue reading Cycling Rivalry – A Short Story
As I rode through the stunning country lanes of South Gloucestershire on Sunday I was smiling to myself as I thought about how easy it was to enjoy yourself and for so little cost. I had just bemoaned the £7 … Continue reading Cycling is FREE
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 … Continue reading 8 Reasons Your Husband Is A MAMIL (Middle Aged Man In Lycra)
Great ride we shout to each other, as we peel off towards our respective homes on a Saturday afternoon. One final look down at the Garmin to reveal the damage done to the legs; usually in order of distance and then average speed. We are riding for fun, to stay fit, because we like it and well, because we did the week before too. It’s not competitive, and it’s not a race. Is it?
When I was young we called them racing bikes, or racers. I guess aesthetically they were the same thing as modern day race bikes but I suspect that’s where the comparison ends. Other than when I was about 12 years old I honestly never had a need or a desire for a road bike and like most people considered it an area of interest for a small group of people like rambling or playing cribbage. Continue reading “Uber Obese to Mamil”
Planning a London to Paris bike event? Best read this first Continue reading Top 10 Things To Remember When Organising A Charity Bike Ride
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.
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.