Paris Brest Paris. Tick.

┬áVoices 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…

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As self diagnosis goes, this one has taken a while to work out. It comes on more strongly towards full moon and as the years go by the symptoms present themselves more frequently with response time to the stimulus coming on fairly rapidly. I have noticed that cycling brings on the symptoms more frequently and…