This beautiful sport of ours:
Let’s face it. For a sport that defines itself with its climbing it really has been a downhill run lately. On the iconic barren moonscape of Ventoux we witnessed the slightly clinical peloton-shredding tempo of SKY come to life, followed by Froome’s attack after attack that looks to have put the tour beyond doubt.
So what has our sport come to when a clean rider without a shadowy past is immediately presumed guilty until proven otherwise? As cyclists we should limit casting aspersions – there are plenty outside of the sport to do that. Instead, let’s just take a deep breath and remind ourselves of the reason’s we DO ride. The solitude, the cols, the suffering, and the glory.