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’ve lived in Bath nearly 21 years and during that time had always known about the famous Prior Park and it’s beautiful gardens. I had always intended to visit but never got round to it, mainly because you couldn’t drive there and I couldn’t be bothered to get the bus. Twenty years on and I…
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.
But most importantly, the moral of the story is get off your arse Crow
My body is so wet, I’m starting to worry it will genuinely run out of water. As I stare at the sign that slowly dissolves through the mist it’s not what I want to see when I am on my limit; yet another kilometre of climbing at 8.5%
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…