No offence and I'm sure it's of interest to many, but the cover shows the reason I never buy cycling or any special interest mags anymore and haven't done so for years. They're now little more than consumer catalogues, what frame, which pedal, whose shoes etc. Very little about the pleasures of just riding for it's own sake without monitoring your heart rate and calorie intake so you can pretend you're racing on the next sportive. There's so much more to cycling than that, touring, exploring little known lanes, the joy of just pootling along on a frosty winters morning etc. And I'm sure I'm not the only one who'd rather read about someone's long weekend mini tour on the Yorkshire Dales or their leisurely trip to France on their 20 year old bike than how fast they were on the Fred Blogs sportive aboard seven grands worth of carbon wonderbike.
Then again, I could just be turning into a grumpy old sod.