t was the best of croissants, it was the worst of croissants. Yesterday I experienced all-butter nirvana at an impromptu patisserie pitstop somewhere outside of Grenoble. Today I’m click-clacking arou

Hurtling down a forest road at 60kph the smooth surface suddenly vanishes and is replaced by a section of large stones/small boulders. I haven’t time to brake so instead (try to) relax and hold on for

After jetting to Namibia for a gravel race, Joe Laverick stays on for a to a tour – and finds himself in a land of perspective-shifting immensity

The next puddle is a big one. The competitor in front gives it a good go but decides to bail halfway through. His feet plunge into the muddy water as he hears me chaining up my gears behind him. He qu

I haven’t seen Bill and Jim for more than 20 years and making a bike ride the centrepiece of our reunion has added a whole new level of anxieties to the regular pile of macho, middle-aged insecurities

Not many successful breakaways involve almost 5,000m of climbing over 324km, but that’s exactly what Napoleon Bonaparte pulled off in just six days in the spring of 1815. After escaping from exile on