Born adventurer Hutch channels the spirit of Rex Coley and heads to Scotland’s feared Cape Wrath
When I was a student I noticed, in the classified ads of this very magazine, a Lotus 110 monocoque carbon frame. This was the road-going version of the bike Chris…
In all the excitement running into the Vuelta a España, you may have missed some charmingly old-school news. A dope-control sample provided by Spanish veteran and 2008 Olympic road race…
Brooding storm clouds and hallowed ground force a terrible confession from the Doc’s friend Bernard
Carpet lovers look away now — the Doc is cleaning his bike
The Doc tackles the capital’s biggest cycling event — and gets a terrifying insight into the minds of the masses
Dr Hutch surmises that all we really want from a Grand Tour is a 5km tear-up with lots of crashes
Feeling superior to non-cyclists is as simple as knowing the sport's unwritten rules, says the Doc
With CW’s search for the best bike shop in mind, the Doc recalls the charms of his erstwhile LBC
Many cyclists try to sanctify suffering but the Doc's having none of it
During this year’s Tour de France, Dr. Hutch will stay at home on the sofa and develop a Monster Munch habit
The Doc reveals the complex process he goes through to choose his favourite rider
The Doc wonders whether it’s time to give his broken bikes a decent burial rather than have then gather dust at the end of his garage.
After mulling over the consequences, Bernard finally decides that quitting cycling is more hassle than it’s worth
The Doc analyses the fragile capabilities of pure climbers, and their fondness for hedges
The early stages of a Grand Tour can be a bland bore, says the Doc. So why not invent them?
The wide variety of riding partners is one of the things that makes cycling so great — and so awful
The Doc applauds his old friend Bernard’s audacity — and capacity — for bunking off work to go cycling
Cyclists take themselves far to seriously to enjoy events like the London Marathon, says the Doc
Not everyone appreciates a knight in shining armour. Or sweaty Lycra, as the Doc discovers...
Spring is here, so naturally the Doc's thoughts turn to the subject of death
The Milk Race, was for decades the only British bike race most people had ever heard of and has a history that started amid falling bombs.
No bike race is complete without some outside interference, says Dr Hutch
As I’m sure you know, I always enjoy the work of cycling’s commissaires. This enthusiasm meant that the recent 40km team time trial at the Volta a Catalunya was packed…
If cycling extends your life, considers Dr Hutch, what ratio per mile is spent in complete misery?