National Hill Climb Championship
A ride five years in the making and all over in 3 minutes and 12 seconds.
Read More National Hill Climb ChampionshipA ride five years in the making and all over in 3 minutes and 12 seconds.
Read More National Hill Climb ChampionshipCycling is weird enough. Lycra. Funny hats. Chafing cream. It’s little wonder the sport hands out some very odd prizes. Piglet anyone? Giant sausage?
Read More Weird prizes in cyclingOff the map. The tarmac ends just like that. No warning. Mud, gravel and rocks ahead. Behind the ignominy of retreat, of surrender. Time to hit the mud.
Read More Are you mental? Riding off-road on a road bikeBack among the stick insects. Hill climb racing. Competitors so thin they almost disappear when viewed in profile. Sleek and minimal, it’s hard to believe a human is crammed inside. Widths and waists measured in millimetres in the pursuit of milliseconds.
Read More Back to the hillsScorn. Vitriol. Bleak humour. This is a celebration of the one star review, an ode to keyboard revenge. Real reviews from angry people. Ignore them at your peril!
Read More One star cycling reviews ⭐☆☆☆☆Early. Too early. Whose bright idea was the Sunday club ride? So Sunday. So early.
Read More Anatomy of a club rideHow to stay awake and enjoy this overnight ride from London through the small hours to the Suffolk coast. My favourite ride.
Read More How to ride the Dunwich DynamoWelcome to a world of steep climbs, impossible gorge roads and wild bears. Welcome to Asturias and the Cantabrian Mountains in northern Spain. Steep and scenic summits, short and sharp, the climbs breathtaking in more ways than one.
Read More Another world – Cycling in Asturias, SpainGorges, snaking roads and more gorgeous gorges. Tall triangles corrugate the horizon, a wall of snow-capped mountains as far as the eye can see. Welcome to a stunning tour of the Mercantour national park, France. A ride to remember.
Read More Gorges and gasps at the Mercan’tour granfondoNew. Never travelled. Perhaps your eyes traced a pixellated line on a screen the night before or perhaps you simply turned left instead of right. Ahead only virgin road unridden. The unknown.
Read More The virgin road