Cyclist. Motorcyclist. Countryman. Journeyman. Lifelong Peter Pan. Sometimes I cycle a lot, sometimes I cycle a little, but I always cycle with a smile on my face.
Love: The sound of a perfectly lubed chain whirring through a freshly serviced drivetrain, slick summer tyres humming across smooth blacktop as you spin along, otherwise silently over country roads early in the morning.
- Never growing up, never slowing down
- Cycling, coffee, cake – not always in that order
- Enthusiastic cyclist with delusions of speed