The escarpment rises. The trees close around and above me to form a shaded tunnel. There is only one way to go now and my purpose is clear. My body breathes in the cool, damp air as I start to climb. Roughly surfaced, intermittently steep, the road prevents rhythm. I press harder, but comfort must wait. Continue reading
“I decided not to contest the final sprint and throw myself on to the track instead. A couple of chaps lay down with me, in a platonic kind of way.”
Masters racer Jayne Paine hits the deck at Hillingdon. Read some more of her gems on the Willesden CC website here, here and here.
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.
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