Three weeks ago I wrote that I had got my mojo back. I hadn’t. I was just hoping it was true really. Sometimes we can lie to ourselves and it helps. Like telling yourself you feel good towards the end of a ride to banish fatigue or that you love hills to banish being overweight. That sort of thing. Telling myself that I was in love with cycling again was a lie too far though, because I had too much time to think about it. A week later on an RCC Warwickshire ride from Warwick

You have exactly as much will power as you think you have. I lost my cycling mojo. Since the start of the year I have been struggling with finding the motivation to ride. I tried to convince myself it was a Festive 500 hangover. That having completed the challenge I needed a break and then the weather got really cold, so it was harder to get out. Plus my job has changed and that has meant I am busier at work. But the reality is I just haven’t wanted to ride. For the first tim

The recent Tour of Britain included a Team Time Trial that looked fantastic. A five man team pushing themselves to go as collectively fast as possible. I had a brilliant idea (sic) we should do one of these at Lanterne Rouge, but with a twist. Instead of allowing people to pick their own teams, we should draw the teams out of the hat having first established a seeding process using previous times over a well used segment from club rides. It seems that there was a lot of enthu