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  • A road bicycle is similar to a racing bicycle. However, road bikes are built more for endurance and less for fast bursts of speed, which is desired in a racing bicycle. They usually have more gear combinations and fewer hi-tech racing features.
  • A motorcycle that meets the legal requirements for use on ordinary roads
  • (Road biking) Road cycling is the most widespread form of cycling. It takes place primarily on paved surfaces. It includes recreational, racing, and utility cycling.
  • A bicycle that is suitable for use on ordinary roads, as opposed to a mountain bike
  • A bike with narrow tires best suited for paved roads. Usually noted by drop style bars.
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I hate going to the gym...
I hate going to the gym...
...but give me a bike….. As with most things in life, cyclists fall into various groupings. Those for whom a bike is purely for transport, then there’s recreational use, then exercise use, then sport. Then hardcore. I fall into the recreation and exercise groups. For me there’s no more enjoyable way of seeing the countryside whilst exercising at the same time. I have tried going to the gym on a handful of occasions and have hated it every time. Give me a country lane and a bike any day. And a few gentle hills aren’t a bad thing either because of the variety - give the legs a workout climbing up one side and then enjoy the reward of gliding down the other side. On a typical ride through the countryside you often encounter cyclists from most or all of the groups. Encountering a hardcore cyclist is usually the most interesting. As I cycle along I become aware of a cyclist approaching from the other direction. It is immediately apparent that he is a hardcore cyclist. His bike is a collection of bespoke exotica made of the rarest metals, carbon fibre and stiffened air - the whole bike weighs less than my bike’s handlebars. The tyres are 5mm wide and inflated to 4,500 pounds per square inch. There is a huge jolt through the whole bike each time he runs over an ant. He is clad from head to toe in lycra. His underpants are made of a carbon fibre composite in order to reduce weight. He routinely cycles up hills faster than I manage on the flat. His diet is a scientifically calculated mixture of carbohydrates, fluids and protein that weigh as little as possible and will produce explosive power in the leg muscles for the exact duration of the ride. Immediately after the ride this energy runs out and he will collapse. As we draw level I greet him by way of a nod. He looks at me (by means of a quick dart of the eyes - moving his head would wreck his aerodynamic profile) and his brief look conveys a sense of disdain / disgust / pity. Look at me with my ridiculous “neither one thing or the other” bike, look at my non-aerodynamic flappy shorts and t-shirt. Where’s the lycra? He probably knows I’m not even wearing the carbon fibre underpants. So anyway, I’ve been cycling on and off since school days to varying degrees. There’s been the post-school-no-other-way-to-get-around phase. Then I discovered the joys of motorised transport, and for a time the bike would have gathered cobwebs. Then there was the getting back into cycling phase. This included my first mountain bike which was fashioned from steel girders, totally indestructible and weighed 18 tons. I still have it. Then there was some misguided, cheap and nasty so-called “racer” which was generally pretty awful. Then came the full suspension mountain bike - cue life threatening rides around disused quarries, charging down wooded slopes narrowly avoiding tree trunks and other sure-to-kill obstacles and so on. Then came my first hybrid. For those not familiar a hybrid is half mountain bike, half road bike. That did me proud for some years and is still on standby in the garage. And now comes, er, another hybrid. Why another of the same sort of bike? Wellllll, it’s more sexy….. Actually it is a lot nicer than the other one. It seems to convert more of my pedalling effort into forward motion, possibly through better frame geometry and other things that are beyond me. And after all this scorning of lycra, I find that I have finally bought some proper cycling clothes (well, tops anyway) and lo and behold, the top you see - which makes me look like some bloated Lockets throat lozenge, is 20% Lycra! Good grief. At least it’s not figure hugging. Perish the thought.
Baptism
Baptism
My new wheels came today - the Revolution Courier 07 from the Edinburgh Bicycle Co-operative, a snip at ?250. Came highly recommended, and righty so as it's the best bike I've ever ridden (having previously owned a string of cheap mountain bikes - the road tyres and good gears really make a difference in London) On the corner of Amhurst Park and Stamford Hill tonight while giving it a test ride. Quite a hairy kick down towards Seven Sisters in this weather. Note to self: MUDGUARDS

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