These days I only race in the winter, lured by cyclo-cross with its oxygen debt, freezing temperatures, muddy gloop and friendly rivalries. After stumbling across this brief film however, a summer comeback could be on the cards. It’s a feast for the eyes. A kaleidoscopic, astral, cycle ‘trip’. It certainly looks waaaay more fun than trying to hang onto the coat tails of a roadie 20 years your junior (and NOBODY smiles like some of the lasses here). Images courtesy of cargocollective and the video makes sense of it all.