Ask. I’ve been doing a fair bit of road cycling of late, but have grown increasingly conscious that i am less than efficient. I’m never going to be Merckx or Indurain, nor am i going to buy a £5k bike to mask my inefficiencies. So i asked. And Lee in the LBS (Local Bike Shop) answered. Today he and his thirty or forty thousand hours of practise rode to, and around, and back from, the Vale of Belvoir with me. Undulations aplenty were encountered. I bought lunch. He Go Pro’d me. I sweated, swore and struggled. He sailed. Never be afraid to ask. It was only when he was pricking his finger at lunch that i observed the insulin feeder running from his jersey rear pocket in to his abdomen. I stopped moaning after that.

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