January 2012
2 posts
I Don't Train →
Bill Strickland explains why he doesn’t train.
I’ve pretty much made the same decision. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the road is where I shake out the cobwebs, have a think, pray, look around, go into the drops and go flat out, talk to sheep, noodle, climb, and wear myself out. Training makes riding an obligation, and who wants that much structure for their free...
“Quite the blow, innit?”
– The much older man who trucked past me today on Ballslough Hill while I was resting, erm, stretching my legs.
Sir, I salute you!
July 2011
1 post
“IT DOES NOT MATTER HOW SLOW YOU GO SO LONG AS YOU DO NOT STOP.”
– So says Confucious, according to the sample page on Tumblr.
This. Is. A. Lie. If you go slow on a bike, everyone will leave you. If they aren’t supposed to leave you, then they will all stop on the side of the road and twist on their seat to watch you struggle up the hill. Contrary to what...