Bikes Etc - - NEWS - Nick Soldinger, Ed­i­tor

Christ­mas is a hor­ror show if you’re a cy­clist. The weather’s lousy, there’s barely any day­light, peo­ple con­stantly pester you with mince pies, and the roads are dan­ger­ous with driv­ers daft on Bai­ley’s Ir­ish Cream. This was the opin­ion of­fered up to me by one of my more cur­mud­geonly pals re­cently. As you might have guessed, he’s a real glass-half-empty type of chap, a man for whom none of the sea­son’s charm holds any magic. Now, I’ll read­ily ad­mit to be­ing nei­ther a re­li­gious man nor one eas­ily swayed by the kind of Dis­ney­fied sen­ti­men­tal­ity that of­ten gets served up at this time of year, but I flip­pin’ love Christ­mas. And not just be­cause the ex­tended break ac­tu­ally makes it a great time of year for cy­clists (in fact check out our fea­tures on pages 44 and 50 to see how it can be used to max­imise your bike-based fun). Nope, I love it be­cause it strikes me that it’s the one time of year when just about ev­ery­one stops wor­ry­ing about work for a bit, takes a breather and briefly comes to the same con­clu­sion: that we are all here – to quote the great Kurt Von­negut – to help each other get through this thing, what­ever it is. So whether you spend the hol­i­days on your bike bash­ing out the miles, or on your sofa giddy on eggnog watch­ing It’s A Won­der­ful Life, may I wish each and ev­ery one of you – in­clud­ing my cur­mud­geonly pal, should he be read­ing – a very merry Christ­mas. En­joy!

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