Paris Brest Paris. Tick.

  Voices emerge from the darkness, “Bon Courage!”, it’s gone past midnight and small waving hands appear in the light beaming off the bike, small excited faces beam back. The darkness hides the little flow of tears as the emotion of this ride overtakes me. In 2006 Paris Brest Paris (PBP) was just black ink printed…

Don’t Jump Thursday #DJThursday

Last year some cabbies put up a camera to capture the number of cyclists skipping the lights at a T-junction. Watching the recording highlighted just how many cyclists use the route – I can’t remember where it was. At the time I wondered what the impact would be on other traffic if all the cyclists…