Small talk on my bike

By Kate

So, I find myself on yet another training ride in the the glorious Meon Valley, only this time it’s threatening rain, delivering hail (its nearly May!!!) and bitterly cold.  As usual I appear to be somewhat inappropriately dressed – the shall I / shan’t I wear thermals and a waterproof, or shorts and a vest dilemma is not getting any easier. The riding however appears to be…. Continue reading “Small talk on my bike”

From Mindfulness to Mind-the-Pothole

By George

It sounds disingenuous now, but I wasn’t that sure about the cycling. I preferred to run.

It was more about the shared cause, the challenge and the promise of legendary ribbons of mountain road, daubed with the names of greats, and about scenery which would leave you slack-jawed with its drama. Continue reading “From Mindfulness to Mind-the-Pothole”

A Treasure Trove of Online Learning

By James S

Having been a relatively new convert to the road end of cycling and despite being a quick learner and comfortable with almost anything mechanical or electronic, there’s a huge amount of knowledge to learn and absorb. Whether it’s techniques on the bike, kit attached to the bike, the right clothing to wear on your body or ways to shed weight from it, there’s a myriad of information needed to be assimilated rapidly in order to approach our challenge with an adequate level of fitness, safety and preparation in the limited time available before our event. Continue reading “A Treasure Trove of Online Learning”

New Forest Spring Sportive

By Jason & Kate

I had ridden the Hampshire Hilly Hundred twice before. Kate, having just reached double figures for the number of outings on her new road bike, did not know what to expect. However, neither of us anticipated the number of participants taking part on the day which I believe reflects the continuing growth in popularity for cycling and also an unseasonable hot day for the time of year. Continue reading “New Forest Spring Sportive”

Commuting for Cameron

By James T

Today is a day of firsts for me, and all to squeeze in some extra training time.

To backpedal a little, I started cycling as a student in London in 1989, on a fat-wheeled mountain bike.  It lasted about 3 weeks before it came off worse in a late-night collision with an Austin Montego on the Old Kent Road.  Scorched buttock eventually healed, I was back in action on a similar beast (Specialized Hard Rock Comp, if you’re taking notes) about a month later, eventually trading up to the Marin Indian Fire Trail that, over 20 years later, I still own.  Although I swapped the knobbly tyres for slicks, that was as racy as my daily commute ever got when we lived in London. Continue reading “Commuting for Cameron”

Chasing The Shannon¹

By James T

The alarm went at 5.15.  The missed opportunity to wake Franca with coffee in bed at 8, and tell her that the Sportive plan had all been an elaborate April Fool, evaporated into the parallel universe in which common sense and appetite for challenge do not battle for supremacy.  Instead we dutifully boiled eggs, ate porridge and drank strong coffee before deserting the house (and the children within) to head out into the dawn for the road to Plumpton Racecourse. Continue reading “Chasing The Shannon¹”

Tomboy to Tourmalet – part 2

By George

Also see Tomboy to Tourmalet – part 1

Skip forward to marriage and three children, you then have “recreational” cycling dominated by a certain desperation to find family activities we can all just, well, do. There’s a great deal of cajolement that needs to happen cycling with kids, or the use of one of those trailer attachments to drag unwilling or incapable children behtrail gaiterind a quietly blaspheming parent; but sometimes it’s easier to take the strain rather than the whinging. Continue reading “Tomboy to Tourmalet – part 2”