Smelling Spring
O M G !!!!! How on earth did that happen? One minute I'm picking pumpkins in an early October field, bunkering down for a savage winter onslaught. Next thing I know its the end of January and I can smell, almost see Spring. Look, I know it ain't over yet but the extra minutes of light dangle hope in front of us. Of course that's not to say we didn't suffer a lot. Why? Because the Winter cyclist is a strange animal that does not hibernate. Some training might go indoors but there was always road miles to be done and savage conditions to endure. And real cyclists approach training in the harsh stuff like NIKE; Just do it! Big miles and tough conditions will lead to fit bodies and an awesome appreciation of those sunlit days ahead. Of course there are consequences. My wheelie bin has since October, contained an array of items actually killed by Winter. Chains worn thin enough to wear as jewellery. Tyres worn square, with enough glass particles or flints to ma...