Thinking about cycling all the time shouldn't make you feel like nerd, says the Doc - at one time it was an essential elemet of training
We must thank the random lunatics who hate cyclists - without them we would all be living in one giant hippy nudist colony
Now that everyone's a proper cyclist, how can you be a Lycra'd lone wolf? Wonders the Doc
As the off-season begins, the Doc breaks open the ampoules of Dairy milk he's been stashing in the back of his fridge
The Doc envisions a future where the bunch glides down an Alpine decent in pedal-powered aeroplanes..
Ah, hindsight. It's a completely useless thing, muses the Doc
Answering nature's call both efficiently and appropriately while cycling is no mean feat, as the doc discovers
Victoria Pendleton take note: cyclist do NOT dance
The Doc's mate Bernard has gone chase crazy as his competitive spirit has returned in force
There's nothing quite like riding buddies, is there? With friends like these, who needs powermeters?
Cyclist hater Alan Brazil is the perfect man to emulate when it comes to dealing with any type of bike rider you dislike, reckons the Doc
Dr Hutch is away this week. Instead, we bring you this appeal, by a senior member of the British Association of Slightly Batty Right-Wing Newspaper Columnists.
Interval training? Got that horrible burning sensation in your legs? Better check it's not actually because your turbo-trainer has combusted
Those Edam-munching windmill dwellers have got cycle culture sorted - and the lack of gradient is just a happy coincidence
The Doc gets all hot under the collar over a picture of Vicky Pendleton in her special pants
The first rule of track cycling, discovers the Doc, is that you don't talk about a 'mishap' without having first fallen off
Having passed through a period of great cycling wisdom, the Doc is decending on a spiral of unknowing into a put of abject doubt
Pass a test to ride a bike? That's fine by the Doc - provided all motorists have to pass it, too
Cycling could learn a thing or two from gymnastics and swimming, says the Doc, as he contemplates a spectacular new event
The Doc and his new rollers are banished to the garage, where things start to get out of control...