Description

There’s something to be said for solo cycling, particularly in atrocious weather. There is no waiting for tail-end-Charlie to breast the hill and waiting some more while his/her breathing recovers and all the time shivering in a cold, wet wind while all this waiting happens. With a large group, there’s the endless procession through gates as each rider files through with a well-mannered “thank you". You could lose an hour on a ride just processing. My oh my, what about those frayed tempers – cycling in extremis tests friendships to the limit