Acts of Cycling Stupidity

A story reaches us of a newcomer to the pleasures of the turbo-trainer. Having bought a trainer, of the cheaper variety that uses the tyre on a roller, he set it up in his living room, and climbed aboard.

All seemed well. But as time progressed, it got harder and harder. It felt as if the resistance was constantly increasing. He put it down to fatigue and poor pacing and redoubled his efforts. The burning smell was harder to write off. It turned out that the rug in his living room had rucked up, and been pulled gradually further and further into the gap between wheel and roller.

Not only was the rug ruined, but the fibres pulled into the trainer mean that whenever it’s used it smells like someone burning a sheep.