the details make the ride.

Tales from behind the handlebars.

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Shelter from the storm.

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Introduction.

Cycling to me is the ultimate act of escapism. That feeling of being out in the elements, exposed, the wind against my face and the sun on my skin. Nothing else exists when I’m out on the road. The everyday worries and stresses vanish, and my mind becomes clear.

It is a ritualistic process. The preparation before a ride, it can almost become a superstition. Making sure the bike is clean, the chain oiled, tyres are at the optimal pressure and, of course, the correct kit selection. The sound when I clip in for the first time and the hum of the rubber against the tarmac as I begin my journey.

That ride belongs to me. It doesn’t matter if I’m riding on my own (which I normally do) or with a group, that ride is mine. It’s a selfish activity; I ride for me and no one else. I ride to push myself, to beat the numbers from the last ride. I ride to be free.