Impressive, inspiring…but where’s the punch-line?
I found myself clicking through the online cycling press this week. Being November, I found the usual stuff about winterContinue Reading
Author: ragtime cyclist
The minefield of the mid-ride café (part 1)
I am a cyclist, I insist on good coffee, and I know my way around a slice of millionaire shortbread.Continue Reading
The weather, the miles, and the cow-shit
Call me soft, call me fair-weather, what do I care? I’m warm, and I’m enjoying a Sunday morning with theContinue Reading
How cycling changed my life
By chance, about ten years ago, I acquired a bike. Nothing illegal happened, but neither did I pay for it.Continue Reading
