Every sport has its traditions. Rugby the haka, football its chants. Cycling has its cafes. A network of greasy spoons which caters for the simple old fashioned tastes of two wheelers. Big mugs of tea, and beans in orange sauce on toast. These days there’s a nod to healthy living as they always offer you a choice of brown bread.
Out with old friends. 65 miles in a figure of eight round Canterbury. We’ve cycled thousands of miles together , all over Europe. Consenting adults in vibrant Lycra.
The Catholic suggests that there’s too much pleasure in cycling for my car fast to be Lenten. He wants to know if this means he should drink more wine in Lent.