I rather foolishly set myself a 2017 mileage target at the end of last year. Come June it was pretty clear to me that meeting that target was no longer a possibility, simply because life has to come before cycling. And so it has proved to be, with just 1,590 miles recorded. So, no targets for 2018: let's just see where, and how far, my wheels take me (I have both Belgium and Italy lined up as possibilities).
Meanwhile, I can't understand how I can mostly pass through life without upsetting those around me, until I get onto a bike. Twice today I've been shouted at and told off when all I've been doing is cycling along designated cycle routes. A strange country we live in, when so many of those around you believe cycling to be an anti-social activity. 52% of the population it seems to me. The same 52%, perhaps, who think we can strike out on our own and re-establish an empire, when the reality is that we now live in a world that's designed in California and manufactured in China. Still the Daily Mail doesn't tell you that, does it? The truth, that is.