Some proper sulky little mountain bikers!
Think how difficult it would be to make a programme about cycling that satisfied everyone on here.
If it was filmed in Scotland, the English would complain.
If it was filmed in the North of England, the Scots and the Southerners would complain.
If it had mountain bikes in, the tubeless riders would complain, or the tubed riders would. The single speeders would moan about too many gears, the geared riders would argue about 2×10, 1×10, thick-thin chainrings, while the Rohloff and Alfine boys grumbled. The 29ers, 650bers, and 26ers would throw so many toys out of their respective prams that tyre choice would become another subject for grumbliness. Rigid riders would weep if there was too much suspension, all-mountain types would laugh at XCers, Downhillers would shake the nearest tree and unicyclists would run away to the circus. The ad breaks would be filled with handlebar width moans, until someone pointed out that there was an actual ad break and that we shouldn’t be subjected to such blatant marketeering. Flat pedal users would be sent into the kitchen to make coffee using an industrial machine made in an Italian shed, but only after the old people had taken care to put the Japanese knives, made by a wizened ninja in a forge on top of Mt Fujiyama, in the drawer.
Binners would eat a Greggs pasty while hora tried to chase the cat wearing only a feather boa and knee armour.
It’s meant to be entertaining and accessible, relax….
