I wrote in my last column that I believe we have too many rules and that cycling should have fewer of them. Or no rules at all. However, at the weekend I was reminded that we do need some. Maybe ‘rules’ is the wrong word? ‘Basic manners’ might be better. Or even ‘not being a minger’…
What reminded me of the need for some rules? Well, I was about halfway through a race, climbing a steep slope for about the tenth time and sucking in air from a neighbouring county. Getting great big lungfuls of fresh, country air I was. On my right, another rider was attempting to overtake. That’s fine – the guy was going well, and it was a clean enough move.
Once he was slightly in front, though, and his saddle was roughly level with my face, he farted into my mouth.