Any good experiment needs some statistics to make some sense of whatβs going on. Since starting this experiment, Iβve 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 β I had very little choice but to go fast… Read More
“Iβm 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. βAre you on your bike today?β I heard someoneΒ ask. βNo, not with the rain this morning. Iβm a fair weather riderβ, came the reply . Perhaps it was my imagination but I sensed aΒ note of something… Read More
Well I feel relieved the project has started. The lead-up to it was coloured by growing anticipation about what would or could or might happen. Now, that itβs Day Two, I feel more at ease. Iβm in it. Itβs similar to when you stand on the shoreline looking at the cold water, working up the courage to dive in and anticipating the discomfort, the forfeiting of warmth. Then once youβre in the… Read More