It’s not quite over just yet, but it’s already been a fascinating summer of cycling in Australia. Plenty of great racing. Huge crowds. Painful crashes. And glorious wins. 571 more words
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I don’t want to whine, but it’s lonely being a Tour de France fan.
Most people don’t understand why the hell you watch it. And they sure don’t want to hear about what happened on yesterday’s action packed stage that you are bursting to share with somebody. 648 more words
For a number of summers, I’ve followed the Tour de France, up les cols, past castles and churches, through wind and rain in pursuit of the maillot jaune. 668 more words
Cycling in the UK has been transformed over the last couple of decades. In the years before the heresy of photography drew me away, my bike (or more accurately bikes) were my weapon of choice for spending hours engrossed in my own company. 370 more words
After three amazing days in England, the Tour de France today returned to France. It seems almost unfair. Yorkshire in particular embraced the world’s most prestigious bicycle race as its own; crowds lined the route from start to finish and everywhere you looked there was bunting and yellow bicycles. 316 more words