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The first part of this entry was made on 26th May. You might like to read that first if you have not already done so.
Two weeks ago, when I wrote about cycling lessons, I claimed there were only a couple of lessons to be learned if you wanted to be the next Lance Armstrong - [...]

With the onset of spring the amount of cycling I’m doing is ever increasing. Completely against my will, but as I have described before, all of us who cycle together on a Sunday sneak off on other days of the week for a bit of quiet practice. There is no choice, since as soon as [...]

Despite the impression you will have from earlier cycling posts I have made, I do actually get on my bike reasonably often. Now that spring has arrived, and is almost immediately being pushed aside by summer, I am getting out more often.
During the week, when I have a chance, I go for a nice quiet [...]

You will know from earlier posts that I am a born-again cyclist, and that me and my bike are kitted out like NASA Central so that I can monitor all aspects of my well-being as I cycle along - lung capacity, skin temperature, wind speed and so on. But there is one last aspect to [...]

Following my previous excursions on the bike I have been doing a bit of research on the internet to find out how I can improve my performance. There are, it seems, lots of important factors, and getting out on the road cycling is just one of them. In fact that’s the hardest one, so I [...]

You may recall that my first outing on a bike was not an enormous success. In fact a complete and utter shambles. But I’m not one to give up so easily, and the countryside awaits. So a couple of months later (ignore the date on the first post - that’s when I set up this [...]

It’s not often I get my bike out of the shed. It has been slowly seizing up since we moved here. But so have I been (’seizing up’, that is, not ‘in the shed’). So it was high time I got us both back on the road. Twenty years ago I was a keen and eager cyclist, tackling the hills and valleys of Norfolk with great enthusiasm every Sunday morning. Well, starting mid-morning and finishing at a pub at midday really, but you get the idea. I could cycle 30 kilometres without recourse to medical equipment, despite my high consumption of alcohol and cigarettes.