So far, my cycling progression – much like my cycling itself – has been slow, wobbly and completely aimless. I’ve pedalled, steered and braked in all the wrong order, injuring both my pride and my limbs along the way. Somehow though, one thing has characterised the entire journey since first I touched a bike last September – for the brief … Read More

I’m not a natural cyclist – at least that’s one thing I grasped pretty early on in my lessons. My body is as aerodynamic as a cow in soup, my legs flail of their own accord and my centre of gravity is as off kilter as my outlook. In short, it’s like teaching an octopus kung fu. My suspicions were … Read More