I have a certain compulsion for clean bikes. It’s not a major issue, but I do find myself feeling rather agitated when I see someone with a dirty bike. To be specific, I’m not so bothered about a mucky frame and wheels – that can easily be dealt with by a bucket of soapy water and a sponge.
It is estimated that, in 2017, counterfeit sales of products reached over $1 trillion, making it the largest illegal enterprise in the world. Criminals are making big money on the back of stolen ideas and fake products that lure the consumer in with their unbelievable price-tags.
Why is it that the promotion of diversity in our society creates such strong reactions from many?
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.
Cycling indoors might just be the way to keep fit during a Scottish winter.
If you’re a regular reader of this column, you’ll know I’m a passionate advocate for getting young people active and involved in sporting competition. The reasons for this are obvious, but I also believe getting them involved in sport at an early age goes far beyond mere health benefits.
The world of cycling is filled with dos and don’ts. I don’t mean the thick race rule book that arrives every year with my British Cycling membership, or even the Highway Code.
JFK was said to have commented: “Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride”, but that purity of an image, a rider and their bike with just the winding trail heading off into the wilderness is changing rapidly in our technology driven times.
The end of my working season came to a close at the end of November. I had spent the season travelling around Europe riding in some fantastic locations and meeting many interesting people, but as it all came to a close, I returned home to heavy rain, cold temperatures and a serious lack of motivation to get on a bike.
I recently worked as a chaperone rider on a big charity event. Sixty riders were pedalling over 200 miles from Westminster Bridge in London to Brussels in two days in 35C heat.