It’s the Three Peaks race this weekend. 650 cyclocrossers will rampage over the higher, pointier bits of the Yorkshire Dales. Despite it being the 52nd running of the event, it still manages to maintain a village fete-feel to it. From the virtually unintelligible announcer on a tinny PA to the ropey old army tent housing the trophy ceremony at the finish, it’s barely changed since I went to my first one some time in the…
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