TWO WHEELS GOOD, FOUR WHEELS BAD
THE UK offers a delightful contrast, in that it produces the world’s best cyclists, then combines them with a population who will cheer Sir Chris Hoy/Wiggins/Froome whenever they can and yet curse every amateur cyclist they come across. Our capital is a far cry from the picture-postcard world of the Netherlands, where young and beautiful people cycle effortlessly around their cities with a revoltingly carefree attitude. I have always been intimidated by cycling in London, whether it’s the cars, the taxis or the buses. The city has always seemed too busy for a cyclist, especially an unfit one such as myself, but this
