Hidden away, off a suburban road in South London, is Herne Hill Cycling Track. I’ve always known it was there, less than a 30 minute cycle ride from my home, but I’ve never taken the time to investigate. Continue reading “Going round in circles”
No drafting!
‘NO DRAFTING!’ shouted a man in a yellow high-vis vest from the side of the road, on a recent bike-ride. Continue reading “No drafting!”
Hinault tuna melt
So we are coming towards the end of the The Tour de France 2016. I’ve now been watching the Tour on and off for over 20 years. Initially my interest was to impress the Mechanic. Continue reading “Hinault tuna melt”
The Lady Cyclists
This Friday, the Mechanic and I went out for breakfast before work, which then resulted in me taking a slightly different route to the office. Continue reading “The Lady Cyclists”
Virtual Partner
I know I’ve never formerly introduced you to the Mechanic, also known as Mr M. or my husband, but I promise you, he is real and not the virtual partner I refer to here. Continue reading “Virtual Partner”
Picasso’s thoughts on women and bikes
A famous French artist once said..
‘As a rule, substantial weight is a reliable measurement of quality. The two exceptions to this rule are bicycles and women’. Pablo Picasso
The confessions of a cyclist
… and her Instagram feed.
I’ve mentioned before the positive effect that writing a blog has on me, and how it inspires me to look for the best in everything, and encourages some much needed mindfulness in my life Continue reading “The confessions of a cyclist”
A mini Tour de France
The Mechanic is about to go on an overnight cycling trip to France with his mate the Geordie, it’s something he’s been wanting to do for some time now.
Long legs
Just to be clear I do not have long legs, far from it, it’s a term the Mechanic uses when he’s talking about cycling technique. Continue reading “Long legs”
The Small Hall 