Steve Riley is a friend who I – and my brother – have been pestering for years to ride the Three Peaks. He bought himself a cyclocross bike a few years ago but it was always just a ‘fun’ thing – a different bike to have and belt about – singlespeed – in his local Cheshire trails. Eventually though, Steve crumbled and got his entry in, got some gears, and started to get justifyably frightened as we blogged earlier this month.
I’ve raced quite a bit this year, more than any other, but this thing is different. Regular racing has perhaps dulled the experience — turn up, do the best you can, go home — but the Three Peaks is made of sterner stuff than most events. It’s an experience you pass through, rather than a mere sporting event.
Steve’s wonderful whit comes across so well in this compelling read on his furiouscycling blog.
