A strange addiction. Climbing to the skies, slow motion, pain, body revolting, hour after hour of mental questions. Why am I climbing this mountain? We’re a strange bunch us cyclists. Speeding along dressed in tights, bottoms padded, riding great distances much to the bemusement of non-cyclists. To them it’s unfathomable that riding up a mountain, […]Read More Why do cyclists climb mountains?
Cyclists are not monogamists. N+1 dictates this. The desire to add to our harem never diminishes. End of year sales. Boredom. The need to protect our best bike(s). Bike porn. Ooh, shiny shiny.Read More Hiring a road bike – an extramarital affair