I went on a ride just like like this book on Sunday. We didn't meet at Look Mum, but it was to Brighton. There were ten riders, three of these were fixed, one was a roadie douchebag and one was a bearded former audaxer. There was a singlespeed, a TTer, a stylish vintage Frenchman and a long distance lady.
It felt as if all cycling's tribes were present and correct. And we had fish 'n' chips.
I went on a ride just like like this book on Sunday. We didn't meet at Look Mum, but it was to Brighton. There were ten riders, three of these were fixed, one was a roadie douchebag and one was a bearded former audaxer. There was a singlespeed, a TTer, a stylish vintage Frenchman and a long distance lady.
It felt as if all cycling's tribes were present and correct. And we had fish 'n' chips.