THE FRED.
The Fred Whitton, the one and only Fred Whitton, the toughest baddest sportive in the land. Some are longer, some gain more altitude but...
Summer is coming, time to head to the mountains.
My love affair with riding in the mountains goes back to the summer of 1992. In-between my first and second year at university, along...
A day on the roads of Belgium. It gets no better.
No year in the saddle is complete without a trip to Belgium to chase around after a big race. After last year’s successful mission to see...
Here come the Hellingen
At last, from the darkness of winter comes the bright light of a new racing season. Yes, there have been skirmishes in deserts, in...
The old school fixed
The weather in the UK has been pretty dire as of late, freezing rain, ice, snow, you know, basic crappy winter stuff, so to break up the...
Man flu? Pah. Man flu is nothing compared to Cyclist’s flu. NOTHING.
There’s been a bit in the news this week about Man Flu, some (male) scientist somewhere has claimed to prove it exists, which of course...
Meeting my cycling heroes
A few days ago I had the great pleasure to meet one of my idols, the one and only Alberto Contador. I say meet, I queued up for a few...
The hill climb season is over (for me)
The Hill Climb season is brief but intense, the past five weeks have revolved around short week day training rides, each with multiple...
The one and only Monsal Head hill climb
Monsal Head, climb number 30 in my first book, is a hill I know all too well. In fact I could describe just about every lump, bump,...
The Les Black trophy
OK, it’s not the Tour de France, but to me it’s the one prize I crave the most, the Les Black trophy for the winner of the annual Norwood...
