Washing down your mountain bike after a particularly muddy ride makes good sense; it keeps the parts running smoothly and ensures that your prized steed will be riding trails for many years to come.
When you make a journey by bike rather than by a motorised vehicle there is a certain expectation that you are doing your bit for the environment by reducing your carbon footprint.
I remember my daughter’s first bike race. She was four years old, and we had travelled up to Carrbridge where the local club had organised a youth Dirt Crit mountain bike race.
As a cycling guide and coach, I tend to work seven days a week, with 14-hour days a regular feature of my daily working life. Ironically, this means I find very little time to ride my bike for myself, so find I’m trying to fit opportunities to cycle in any spare moments.
One aspect I consider when writing this column each week is that many readers will not necessarily be au fait with cycling terminology, so I aim to clarify any potential confusing words and phrases with a short explanation.
The cyclist, Raphaël Géminiani, said in 2013: “If the photo had not been taken then the legend would never have existed.”
My most recent cycle ride was a family affair and it ended up with more hiking than biking. The first part of the summer holidays had seen me working away from home and looking on jealously as friends posted pictures on social media of their family adventures.
I’m currently sitting in a hotel room in Bourg-Saint-Maurice (BSM) in the French Alps with my windows open and a hot breeze blowing as the thermometer tips 29 degrees.
Does cycling still appeal to the youth or is it now the preserve of the wealthy and middle-aged?
Mountains have always fascinated, intrigued and terrified me in equal measures. I have bookshelves groaning under the weight of tales of mountaineers, hillwalkers, and cyclists who have taken on the challenge of scaling the peaks, many successful, some unfortunately not so.