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I'm a fair weather cyclist - and I'm not ashamed
I may have less grinta, but at least I've always got a grin when I ride
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I don't care if you're doing efforts – all cyclists should wave to each other on their rides
Solidarity between cyclists is one of the nicest things about being on two wheels. Why do some people eschew it?
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I ditched my cycling computer - now I listen to the birds sing when I ride
My reasons for riding have shifted and I don't care to pore over the data anymore
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I've packed away my Zwift trainer - it's farewell until winter
We'll meet again, indoor cycling, but summer is for the outdoors
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I lost the joy in cycling - here's why I broke up with my coach
For my sake, and my dogs', I decided to call time on coached training
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Don't waste your money on expensive cases - here's why I keep my phone in a sandwich bag when cycling
Forget designer pouches, my trusty sandwich bag provides the safest of homes from downpours
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I love wearing pro team kit - even if it is against 'the rules'
There’s a Facebook page to mock those who wear it, but I love pro kit
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A break-up letter to stupidly long club rides
I have found shorter, more sociable outings are for me
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A love letter to racing strangers through the city
There’s nothing like the joy of winning a race the other person didn’t know they were in
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A love letter to my Pendleton, and why I'll never dump it for an e-bike
Who needs speed when my mint green bike and I look so good together?
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'A bit like ice but twice as slippy': A love letter to my rollers
We’ve been on a roll since that first, heady spin…
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Smitten with mittens: I'm in love with my Bar Mitts - even if others may judge them
A fashion statement they are not, but Bar Mitts have been a complete game-changer for my winter riding.
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A love letter to my Shimano pedals
Undoubtedly the most preposterous confession you will read this Wednesday
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A love letter to my pub bike
Forget about anything fancy, I want a machine that gets me around town and I'd be happy to lock up anywhere
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A love letter to my Rapha winter socks
They’re so good that I went back and bought two more pairs
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A love letter to my mid-ride banana
There's a reason the only variety we eat is called the Cavendish
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A love letter to my 12-year-old Garmin
You don't throw something out unless it's broken, right?
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A love letter to inner tubes
There's a simple beauty to this tyre inflation option that's been around for over 100 years
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A love letter to Shimano 105
There might be better groupsets, but why would I want them when I love my trusty 11-speed?
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A love letter to my frame pump
The Topeak Masterblaster is engineering feat of simplicity that will be forever strapped to my frame
