Category Archive: Human

See more

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One of the great joys of cycling is that you see more. Endlessly. On a recent trip to London, a brief shower doused the pavé on Shaftesbury Avenue, reflecting the bright neon of the… Continue reading

Hill beneath your wheel

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There is nothing, and I mean nothing, like feeling the wind play across your face, watch clouds billow through, gaze at the silver glisten of ocean and feel hill beneath your wheel. Devon… Continue reading

The road to Roubaix

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The Road to Roubaix is paved with mud and grit and puddles and hail. There’s no escaping Belgian conditions, even if you’ve escaped Belgium. Wind whips around my chainrings. Hail leathers the peak… Continue reading

Reasons to cycle #23 – Learn new skills

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In the rain and mud of a dismally wet January, young members of Cardiff JIF prepare for their first mountain bike race at Forest Fawr on the outskirts of Cardiff. Big excitement, big… Continue reading

Seasons greetings

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Merry Christmas. I rather hope that you are reading this, really, really, really late in the day, having been out on your new cross bike/29er/singlespeed/road bike for many hours. And if you’re got… Continue reading

Going to California

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There’s a beauty in winter and in its decay. In the vivid shape of yellow leaves, that surf tides of rainwater. In the trees stripped bare, naked against the freezing onslaught. In the… Continue reading

Martyn Ashton’s Road bike party (part 2)

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Martyn is still recovering from a horrendous accident back in September, but has found the time to finish the editing on this follow up to ‘Road bike party’. Very best wishes for a… Continue reading

Suspended above

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A favourite training run. A staccato peppering of endorphins, history and urban exploration.   Cross the river, suspended above. Past Tudor windows, staring. Over a railway path. A flight of steps. At speed.  Path beckons, framed by… Continue reading

Paris-Roubaix 2014

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What was I thinking? The last time I rode an epic on cobbles – The tour of Flanders – it left me wrecked in all kinds of ways. Still…..it was one of the… Continue reading

Swimming with the sharks

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I’m not prone to whinging about cycling. I’m not likely to rant, at length, about the rough treatment cyclists get from some drivers, or the lack of infrastructure, or the lack of political… Continue reading