Estimated reading time: 8 minutes “Big fat fingers wrapped up in woollen gloves struggled to maintain a grip on the elegant curve of the brake levers. It only took the slightest slither of winter frosty dirt to turn them into the smoothest, silkiest, non finger-friendly devices known to man. Centre pull brakes howled and the skinny tubular tyres refused to lock onto anything solid. The leafy undergrowth mocked my flimsy treads as I hurtled towards…