The human data engineers

I’M LYING ON A MATTRESS IN ROS’S FRONT GARDEN, arms folded over her garden wall. Half a mile away the first bike leaves the line. Before it gets to us in about 13 seconds time it will already have had

Where once it was all about a rider flogging themselves and racing by feel, now it’s about slick aerodynamics, no junk miles and huge amounts of number crunching. In fact, you could argue that road cy

Dissecting the physiology of a 10-mile TT minute by minute, Steve Shrubsall suffers for the sake of science

For two weeks every year a windswept, rain-lashed but beautiful and magical island in the Irish Sea becomes the centre of the bike racing universe. Bike celebrates this year’s action and the people, bikes and stories that make it unlike anything else on Earth

Call me a masochist, a dopamine junky, or just a good old-fashioned weirdo – I’ll happily answer to all of the above – but I love nothing more than to find myself teetering on the verge of complete ph

Because motorcycle engineering is beautiful