
“I made all of my Generals out of mud” – Napoleon.
I’m sure that you’re just like me. Whenever I plan a ride, whenever I daydream about escaping on my bike, my mind is filled with sun-baked trails billowing dust and gravel behind me. Of deep, eye-achingly blue skies and the promise of an ice-cream at the end of the ride (or maybe a venti Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino, if you’re asking).
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Words by Paul Cray




