The Frocesterwocky. ’Twas chilly, and the Tempo ride did gyre and gimble in the Square: All mimsy were the Steady ride, and the forecast was fair. “Beware the Frocesterwock, my son! The ramps, the bends, the close pass lorries! Beware the Edgewards drag, and shun the...
What would you do for a free mince pie? Well the answer for the eight Tempo rides who ventured out today was ‘ride up Castle Hill’. The route was benign to start with, taking in Staverton and Tredington on our way to ‘The G’s’, and then...
What a beautiful morning for cycling. With the stiff breeze on our back, we were flying, and really enjoying ourselves. It felt like being in the world class Brazil teams of old. Small setbacks like a muddy corner and small flood did nothing to dampen our enjoyment,...
Apparently the Inuit language has about a dozen basic words for snow, and about ten more for ice, plus many other derived words and expressions to cover all the many forms these natural elements can take. For us cyclists it’s the obsession with getting up hills...
The 23rd of November has had many notable happenings on the day. In 1499, seven days after being convicted of treason, Perkin Warbeck, a pretender to the throne of England, was hanged for attempting to escape from the Tower of London; his supporter John Atwater was...
