Let’s be honest: every cyclist – yes, including you, me, and Dave from accounting with his squeaky hybrid – secretly thinks they’d win the Tour de France.
So you want the glory of being a true cycling fan – quoting watts per kilo, arguing about tyre pressures, and nodding sagely about aero socks – without actually sacrificing your precious sleep for those six-hour flat stages that inevitably end in a bunch sprint…
It’s that magical time of year again. Lycra becomes leisurewear. Sleep schedules bend around French time zones. And suddenly, you’re emotionally invested in a 19-year-old domestique who just bridged to the breakaway for the first time.
The Tour de France is the pinnacle of cycling. The tactics, the suffering, the beautiful landscapes… and let’s be honest, the shopping inspiration. Because while your cyclist partner claims they’re watching for “race strategy,” what they’re really learning is how to justify spending half a…
The Tour de France is underway, and as always, it is proving to be more than just a race. It’s a rhythm. A mood. A three-week immersion in glory, heartbreak, power data, helicopter shots, and perfectly timed solo breakaways. For many of us, July is…
Rules are meant to be broken. Especially when they’re unspoken, impossible to enforce, and no one’s really watching except a confused hiker and an obnoxiously judgemental fly trying to land in your eyes.
Dating as a cyclist isn’t just a matter of heart—it’s a matter of cadence. Is your partner really the one, or just the one who always remembers to bring a spare CO2 cartridge? Let’s shift gears and examine the signs.
You wake up to birdsong and sunshine pouring through the blinds. Your weather app beams at you—“0% chance of rain.” Glorious. You pull on your fresh white bibs, skip the fenders, and slap on sunglasses so bright they could power a solar farm.
Long before he fiddled with time and space, Albert Einstein was a cyclist. Yes, that Einstein. Legend has it he even dreamed up the theory of relativity while cruising on a bike (probably while being chased by a headwind uphill). But what the textbooks don’t…
Urban planning is serious business. Unless, of course, you hand it over to cyclists—then it becomes a deliciously deranged blend of spandex, sprockets, and suspiciously clean carbs. Here’s what your average city might look like if the people who think a great Sunday includes 3,000…
