There are loads of reasons to love road biking.
The opportunity to combine training with catching a few rays (even if a cyclist’s tan does come with some pretty silly tan-lines. Cycling gloves, anyone?)
The thrill of careering down hills at 40mph balancing on two 23mm tyres.
The chance to ride a small, light, beautiful bike, the cycling equivalent of a Lotus Elise.
The peculiar rush you get every time you emerge victorious (ie alive) from the…er…attentions of a motorist.
I sometimes feel like stopping and asking for a “cockral”. Not just any old one, mind. Only the fattest will do.