I love the simplicity of the open road and two pedals turning.
I love being powered by my own steam, but still covering 100+ miles a day.
I love that I can cycle to work in 25 minutes, and if I drive the same route it takes 25 minutes.
I love breezing past traffic jams while car commuters sit frustrated in their hot, toxic boxes.
I love the look of surprise of the eyes in the rear view mirror, when it’s their car holding up a bike.
I love that cycling to work saves me a fiver in petrol alone every day.
I love being the ‘crazy guy in the office’ because I cycle when it rains.
I love arriving in work feeling fresh, alert and ready for the challenge.
I love that cycling keeps me fit, without the drag of finding time to go to the gym.
I love that a mid-morning cake just replaces calories I’ve already burned.
I love being self-sufficient.
I love fixing a puncture by the side of the road.
I love derailleurs, sprockets, headsets and bottom brackets.
I love the noise of a loud, clacky freewheel, and the whistle from a deep section rim at speed.
I love being on my own on the road; Solitude.
I love the loneliness and pain of time trialling and feeling utterly spent.
I love being with my mates on the road; Understanding.
I love 100 mile club runs; club mates, club banter, Belonging.
I love touring with my best pal; tents, panniers, beers, bikes & memories.
I love passing other cyclists with a wave or a nod.
I love seeing a blinking light in the distance and chasing it down to say hello.
I love the silence of a country lane.
I love tailwinds.
I love long, winding climbs, and fast, heart-stopping descents.
I love being the minority, because it means our secret is still ours for a little longer.
