I love everything about riding, and racing. The happy and the sad. We all work so hard to be able to put all of our self-worth into our last race result. I personally cannot wait to beat myself up again over a split-second decision I made while my heart rate was over 190 bpm.
Many are relatively unfamiliar with the concept of track racing. Featuring banked corners, fixed gears and funny helmets; the world of velodrome racing is certainly a different monster than the road
Impromptu blog alert. Last week I touched on the subject of COVID-19, and how I wasn’t able to be a spectator at the beloved Strade Bianche in Siena, Italy because the race was cancelled. Well, in the space of a week, things have escalated to unprecedented levels, and the world is in for it now.
I’m currently on a cycling conquest. Three months in Europe with my bike. Not like, bike-packing or randonneurring; I’m not that resilient. But going to places I’ve always wanted to go to, just to ride my bike.