This really is edited down!
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
But most importantly, the moral of the story is get off your arse Crow
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…