I’m in an unusually reflective mood this week. I’ve just been dealing with the weirdness of the Giro d’Italia turning up in Belfast to spread the love of Italian culture,…

The weekend before last, the deputy editor of this magazine rode round Majorca. Afterwards, he tweeted a celebratory photo of his GPS with ‘309km’ proudly displayed, congratulating himself on his…

Last year, someone gave me some wildly over-specified bike lights. You can judge their brightness from the first time I switched them on. I took them into the garden to…

This week, a break from this column’s normal contents of cynicism and reactionary mud-slinging. The UCI is contemplating allowing TV cameras on bikes. This is a brilliant idea. It’s trivial…

The group of champions.’ They were my riding companions in the Cape Rouleur, HotChillee’s answer to an international stage race for club riders, contested over four days in the hot…

That the incredibly complicated steam train was invented before the incredibly simple bicycle is something I’ve mentioned before. I make no apology for bringing it up again, because I feel…

You’ll have noticed the press reports last week about a cyclist on the M25. Newspapers just love a bike rider on a motorway; someone doing something illegal, stupid and dangerous…

I had a birthday a little while back, which prompted the wife of a friend to postulate aloud: “I think you’re now middle-aged enough to be 
a proper Lycra warrior.”…

I found myself sitting in a cafe with my friend Bernard last week. This almost never happens, because I very rarely make cafe stops on a ride. Every moment spent…

During the dark, cold, wet days of winter, I ride my bike only when I feel like it. I’m neither a professional cyclist nor a psychotic masochist (a Venn diagram…

I  am a man with few human weaknesses. I spent years as a full-time bike rider, during which I bowed to no one in the single-mindedness of my overtraining, or…