Single speed loveliness

I have a lovely new thing in my life. My Traitor single speed. It's everything a new bike shouldn't be; it's steel, it has one ring on the front (a nice 46) and another at the back (an 18), a Brooks saddle, Brooks handlebar tape (that cost more than the handlebars), heavy Salsa cross wheels built by my mate Craig and all told, it weighs a flippin' ton.

I love it. Hills are hillier, legs are hurtier and life is lovelier. I bought it for use as a time machine, compressing several hours training time into one or two hurty ones. Ask me if it works in a years time.

As good as it gets

Tomorrow I'll be hitting the hills with Donald, doubtlessly dodging rain drops the size of small footballs and flicking winter debris off the tyres like so much shrapnel. But you can't beat it really can you? Anyway, I was looking for a piece of decent video footage to prove to the naysayers that riding with your mates in shite conditions is just about as good as it gets. (despite what the pros say). And I found some. Enjoy.

Nice view. I'll take it

Ah it's a beautiful world. Or at least this bit is. A quick browse through my cycling pics revealed my favourite point on the 3 peaks cyclo-cross, the via-duct at Whernside. lovely bouncy decent and if you're really lucky, your two favourite people are waiting patiently at the bottom.