I went for a ride with Martyn and Paul today. On a good day they’re both as bad as each other if not worse, but luckily today they remained fairly restrained in deference to my less than on form state. We went for a fairly flat ride around the Levels in the extremely dull and […]
Ok, so sanity is possibly not one of my strong points. But it’s not like I was going for a ride right? I was just going for coffee, and the bike just happened to be my mode of transport, right? Well, Martyn wanted to go out this Sunday, and I had said I probably would […]
Up until very recently Cheddar Cyclosportive was my nearest local sportive. This year it’s been usurped by the Somerset Hills Gran Fondo which is only a mile away. Still, at just over two miles away, even if it’s twice as far away, it’s not exactly a long way to go. As a result there’s usually […]