Although seen as relatively new, gravel riding actually harks back to the creation of the bicycle. In those days the bicycle offered an opportunity to seek new adventures and horizons on unsurfaced roads and tracks. However, for modern-day riders their experience of cycling may only extend as far as mountain biking and road cycling – gravel bikes offer the best of both worlds.
As a kid my fascination for cycling grew with every passing day, but it was a time when information was at a premium and hard to find. There was no cycling coverage on TV.
I consider myself extremely lucky to have a job in the world of cycling. Even more so when that job allows me to travel to some of the most iconic cycling locations, work on some amazing jobs, and coach and inspire others to get involved in the sport.
Everything was prepared and we arrived at the start before anyone else. It was going to be my first ride with my local cycling club that I had managed to get along to for a few years.
Mountains have not always been a part of cycling. It was not until the introduction of the Col du Tourmalet in the Tour de France in 1910 that the public got a chance to witness the “baroudeurs” of the road scale these impossibly high mountain passes.
One of the great joys of cycling is the different experiences you can have on different bikes at different times of the year, on different terrain and different conditions.
It is hard to believe that it was in 2007 that the cycle sportive, the Etape Caledonia, first debuted under a cloud of controversy. It was, at that time, the first and only closed-road cycle event in the UK and that fact meant that it caused equal amounts of consternation and celebration amongst people living in the route’s vicinity.
There is barely a week passes without someone telling me they don’t like cyclists.
I’ve been lucky enough to spend part of January and most of February cycling in Gran Canaria and Tenerife. Both are fantastic venues for winter training as the weather is generally warm (although in 2018 we had snow) and the roads are mostly good.
A few weeks ago in this column I lamented the absence of a woman’s version of the Tour de France. I had just finished typing the piece, and no sooner had I pressed “send” with my copy winging its way to Courier HQ than I received a press release notification of a Women’s Tour of Scotland.