Mount Ventoux, Col de Tourmalet, Passo Giau, Stelvio. Big names, each a must visit for cycling enthusiasts. I’m not a natural climber. Not by a long way. Nairo Quintana, Egan Bernal, Jonas Vingegaard, they’re in a different league. With my 95 kg and rugby player build, I pale in comparison. I used to hate cycling... Continue Reading →
You open the door and flip the light switch. The dank smell of the basement first hits your nostrils as the strip lights flicker lazily for a few seconds. These eventually warm up and fill the small room with a cold, harsh light. The walls of the storage room are lined with the dusty carcasses... Continue Reading →
Why not running? Or swimming? Or croquet? I suppose anything really. I do have a day job and a fairly intense one at that - it's not quite your average 9 to 5. On top, I do try to have some form of a private life. This means my free time is fairly limited. Why do I spend this limited free time (a) cycling, and (b) writing a blog about cycling? To be honest, I really don't know. I suspect it's because it has changed my life.