Crashing on a wet oily bend on the way to the Eastern Counties Hill Climb, refusing medical attention because "I've been training for months for an event that starts in 20 minutes", then being the complete unheard-of who lost by 0.5 seconds to Zak Carr, the best British all-rounder (RIP).
Finishing the South Downs Way in one day, me on a fixed Inbred, my mate on a SS one.
The first time I rode the über-steep banking at full pelt at the Calshot velodrome, holding the black line at about 40mph, feeling like my left ear might scrape along the Côte d'Azur.
Flying up Cheddar Gorge on a 72" and then seeing Chew Valley Lake sparkling like a sapphire in the sun over the other side of the Mendips.
Riding to Southend and back on an 81", and feeling so fresh at the 110 mile point that I decided to throw in some hill interval training in Epping Forest.
The first time I rode up Muswell Hill in under 90 seconds.
Crashing on a wet oily bend on the way to the Eastern Counties Hill Climb, refusing medical attention because "I've been training for months for an event that starts in 20 minutes", then being the complete unheard-of who lost by 0.5 seconds to Zak Carr, the best British all-rounder (RIP).
Finishing the South Downs Way in one day, me on a fixed Inbred, my mate on a SS one.
The first time I rode the über-steep banking at full pelt at the Calshot velodrome, holding the black line at about 40mph, feeling like my left ear might scrape along the Côte d'Azur.
Flying up Cheddar Gorge on a 72" and then seeing Chew Valley Lake sparkling like a sapphire in the sun over the other side of the Mendips.
Riding to Southend and back on an 81", and feeling so fresh at the 110 mile point that I decided to throw in some hill interval training in Epping Forest.
The first time I rode up Muswell Hill in under 90 seconds.
I think there's an underlying theme here...