Bikes boxed and bagged, Shiny Boy Arthur and I arrived at Gatwick, boarded,...
In an effort to shave enough weight to stay in touch on the Puig Major while we are out in Majorca in a couple of...
How quickly fortune can change and form can fade. Or even evaporate completely. My...
Why do I still do it? Ride time trials, that is, not just...
Ever get that feeling that your saddle has sunk overnight? But by an...
Three weeks after abandoning the annual Coastal Clog, a select group assembled once again for the event. This time around, the weather, while arguably as cold as...
Know what? I recently began to fancy going on a training camp somewhere warm. The...
WTF? What else is one supposed to think when confronted by a sheet of A4...
Merry Christmas from all at RCUK! Over the 12 days of Christmas, we’ll...
