I am the Soho Hobo, I was born to spin a hustle, it took time to find my mojo, but I found it on the Dean St shuffle. No I can't stop this excursion, it's in my family roots. My granddaddy filled the Revue Deville, my mother was a teenage nude.
Training turns cycling into a job of work; something earnest, painful; it eases our guilt - and oh boy, am I guilty! My wife and I have just increased our brood of young children to three, and chamois-creaming my crotch while she's soothing the baby's nappy rash just doesn't seem right.