cycling in London – Heights of Madness

‘Lycra ponce’

I am a victim of road rage. Me, a humble, law-abiding – most of the time – London cyclist. I had weaved to the front of a queue of traffic heading north to Euston, before stopping at traffic lights, where I paused, waiting for the lights to turn green. ‘Lycra ponce,’ a voice said. I turned round to see a…

Highland Cross training… in London

I might be almost 600 miles away from the start line, but training for the Highland Cross continues apace. Practice the transition from running to cycling, prepare yourself for the cramp, etc etc, Cross veterans stress. So I did, proposing an eight-mile run followed by about 20 miles on the cycle. I cantered up the…