#ridewithheart

Rapha #womens100 badge arrived today. I was all excited until I read the accompanying letter. Apparently only 8000 women across the world had pledged to ride. What is wrong with you, women?! Get in the saddle, stat!

Last year, after Vätternrundan. That sweet moment when you finish a 300km race and discover you’ve improved on your previous time by a whopping 2h05.

Box Hill should never be climbed without making some video art!

It occurred to me even before I had reached Thames (some 2km from home) that the weather was considerably colder than during my Christmas Paris-Roubaix ride. And yet I'm wearing shorts! Pit stop in Giro has never been so well-earned.

Gulp moment: It's only been two years since I decided to use the bicycle for other than the leisurely commute. This is me after London–Reading. I didn't own cycling shoes, or even a helmet. Since then, me and my vintage Peugeot have covered over 20,000km. So next time you tell me "I could never do that," remember that sometimes all you need is to dip your toe and great things unfold as if by magic. 😊🚴

I had all the hopes and intentions of waking up in Bruges this morning. But life grabbed me by the wrist and said NO! Tour of Flanders, I’m sure we’ll meet again but this year was not meant to be. Instead, I find myself in Windsor. Not entirely without reason…