Whilst I sit thinking of yet more "interesting", funny and poignant topics, related to cycling to blog about, I have asked a more educated man than myself to give you his thoughts on foreign climes.
Ladies and Gentleman I give you John Doyle and his thoughts on riding an overseas sportive.
Flanders 2015
As a relatively recent convert to road cycling (wish I’d discovered it sooner, spent 15 years not liking running 4 miles each morning and only got my first road bike in my mid-40s) I’m pretty ignorant of cycling folklore.
Spring has sprung, or at least is close to springing.
The clocks go forward this weekend- welcome to British Summertime! Does this bring light relief to those of us who have spent a couple of months with towels on our heads, sweating in a cold room?
Has your winter looked like this?
I made no secret to myself, or indeed anyone who asked, that I should aim to improve across the winter. I'd finished the year on a bit of a damp squib, sliding off on the most incongrous patch of ice on a frosty morning. Landing on my hip, outside Fettlers and wrecking the rear mech in the process.
Sometimes, you don't want to be on the bike. It's not common but it happens.
Sometimes you don't have a choice; be it a weather issue, a partner issue or an injury issue.
Of these the injury issue is the most frustrating. Weather passes, turbo trainers can act as a substitute. Partners can be persuaded or relent. Injuries nag and persist. They require rest and rehab. They hurt.
We have been unfortunate to have had some serious injuries within the club - but fortunately improving or resolving.
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