Ed’s Letter
Finally, it feels like spring has, well… not so much sprung as limped exhausted and bruised over the line. About a month later than usual I’m considering stuffing my winter gear to the back of the wardrobe. I say ‘considering’, as I just don’t trust the British climate. It might be trying to lull me into a false sense of security before yelling ‘Ha!’ and rolling backwards into winter again. Cyclists, more than most, are attuned to the changes in the seasons. I can mark my calendar based on the thickness of gloves required for a comfortable commute to work. And while a degree or two of difference in temperature would mean nothing to most people, it will leave me wracked with indecision over whether to opt for bibshorts with kneewarmers or…