When you're get back from a club ride, or a sportive, and sometimes even a race, one of the first bits of grumbling that normally appear on any forum or Facebook page relate to the standard of group riding on that particular occasion. The ride or race might have been great but if someone didn't feel safe in the group they will probably mention it when they get home and so ensues the lengthy discussion on how to improve the standard of riding in the peleton of riders out each week.
It pains me to admit it but summer might finally be over. The trees are a multitude of orange and red and the temperature has started to drop as we head towards winter. This is the time of year that's perfect for a recap and working out what to do with whats left of the year.
Leg shaving cyclists. A topic a bit like marmite amongst the blokes out there generally. Some fully rock the smooth movement and others outright refuse to even set sight on a razor. It's one of those things that can draw laughs from your non-cycling mates but is part of 'being cool' amongst a lot of road cyclists.
Over this summer I've faced a lot of comments from people that see me day to day but don't really know me off the bike, or indeed that well on it; comments about how thin I look or whether I'm being underfed, comments on how I need a good cake or a decent meal.
As much as I would love to ride my bike as my full time job I can't, but recently I swapped jobs and joined a new company so that I could ride my bike more. This reminded me of some of the important things to remember when you're a cyclist in an office environment and the funny things that tend to become part of life as a commuter. Here are three things I've learnt as a commuting cyclist.
Anyone that follows me on Strava will have noticed that during May and June all I seem to have done is ride my bike for a living; admittedly it wasn't bringing in the money but it I was riding as though it was. I left my job and took some time to live the life I could only normally dream of living. I would have loved to carry on but being 23 and without a magic money tree i've instead settled for something of a middle ground now. However, all of this resulted in me being called the 'faux pro' as I pranced around Yorkshire ticking off mile after mile.