I just like riding bikes.
Once a year, I ride at Hit the North, where my agenda is not to get in too many people’s way.
Apart from that it’s just all purely riding for the sake of riding.
I usually take a book. 😀
I admire those who race.
I can understand people who train for racing.
But I struggle with people who don’t race, yet still push themselves all the time into a grumpy, sweaty mess.
Nothing wrong with pushing yourself, but it’s not the be all and end all. Relax, it’s supposed to be fun.
Audax I like – good rides, nice company excellent cake, a nice little personal challenge and a reminder that older people can be much, much fitter than you.
But Sportives?
What’s that all about? Racing for people who don’t actualy have the balls to race?
An excuse to fleece a bunch of gullible idiots?
Fantasy fuel for those who watch the TdF sat in their team kit?
Honestly, they’re just as silly as people who ride R1’s round the crowded Dales in team replica leathers every weekend.