Encounters in cycling don’t come sweeter than this. The young man in the sort of coloured Lycra that could bring on a migraine was heaving on the pedals of his fancy carbon road bike. The hill was short, but sharp and nasty,
Two weeks ago, our garage was broken into. They stole my mountain bike, worth £800, and my wife’s e-bike. It was worth £1,500, but she bought it as an ex-display for £900. We informed our insurance company, RSA, and were told we