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I don’t know if you’ve noticed – if you’re in the northern hemisphere, anyway – but it’s getting a bit nippy. There are still warm days, of course, but we are very much in autumn territory now.
My favourite ride of the summer actually came quite a while ago, in early June, when I joined a group of friends to ride to Cheltenham from Bristol. It’s not a particularly hard or long route, but everything about it was perfect. The temperature was just right, we stopped off at a dream pub en route – The Woolpack, in case you’re wondering, but I’ll leave the pub chat to another column – and it was the perfect mix of speed and chill. My only regret is that I spent most of the time on the front, and not enough time chatting to my friends, but that is simply how I insist on riding. Until I get dropped.
