The price is worth the reward.

A lot of cyclists look to the sport for some hardship. To understand this is to understand that the sport is in many ways a preserve of the at least somewhat privileged. Certainly it is in countries like this one where half the bikes you see ridden in areas like London are worth the bestContinue reading “The price is worth the reward.”

I Three Twelved.

The Mallorca 312 was certainly the ride of my life so far. The 312 fits the bill. It is as promised. The first half is the classic epic, big climb into steep climb. Sweeping descents down closed roads, slightly sketchy on those first descents surrounded by thousands of riders, thrilling after the bunch has thinnedContinue reading “I Three Twelved.”

Fear the Ride of your Life.

I am a pretty decent cyclist. A- Club rider. I have the requisite thousands of miles in my legs, I’ve gone on my share of epic rides, I have a good idea on how to train, eat and recover. Yet I’m scared. In April this year I’ll be riding the Mallorca 312.  Much better cyclistsContinue reading “Fear the Ride of your Life.”