I watched the final stage of the 2011 Tour de France at look mum no hands!, the cycling cafe in central London.The reaction as Mark Cavendish won on the Champs Élysées – for the third year in succession – was fantastic. The picture was taken over my shoulder as I punched the air – I think it captures the excitement of the moment, though.
At last. After a Grand Tour career characterised by near misses, misfortune and teams that either wouldn’t or simply couldn’t ride for him, Cadel Evans has won the race that many of us thought had slipped through his fingers for good. And it’s been the most memorable Tour de France for years. Continue reading
All sport is romantic, but cycling is more romantic than most, I think. Baseball is obsessed with figures, cricket with figures and style. Football has the promise of the intrinsic beauty of a team working perfectly in co-ordination, engineered by individual excellence. And these are wonderful things – there is reason to love all of sport. But cycling stands outside of all of this. Continue reading
A new Condor Pista Continue reading
If someone were to give me my ideal cycling jersey, this is what I’d be getting: Continue reading
Wheel dog, Golden Gate, Outside Condor