Any good experiment needs some statistics to make some sense of whatโ€™s going on. Since starting this experiment, Iโ€™ve been recording some facts about my cycling trips: where I rode, why, how far it was, how long I took and for a bit of fun, the maximum speed I rode (which at present is 45.2 km/hour! It was downhill with a tailwind โ€“ I had very little choice but to go fast… Read More

It’s day fourteen. Being on my bike at the moment is where I feel best.ย Itโ€™s where I want to be. I like knowing that I have to ride if I want to go somewhere and I like that it takes me out into the elements. Itโ€™s where I feel alive and where things feel possible. There is the randomness of anything happening while Iโ€™m out there, who I see, what they say,… Read More

“Iโ€™m a fair weather rider” she said. The yoga class was over and people were collecting their shoes, shorts, keys and bags to leave. It was 7.30am and the humidity was high after some morning showers. โ€œAre you on your bike today?โ€ I heard someoneย ask. โ€œNo, not with the rain this morning. Iโ€™m a fair weather riderโ€, came the reply . Perhaps it was my imagination but I sensed aย note of something… Read More