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Jason makes a lifestyle choice that involves more than changing tyre treads.

I was supposed to be doing a lot of ‘proper’ racing this year. Something to do with reaching an age milestone next year – I thought I’d cram a load of stuff in and pretend I’m in my twenties again. There’s probably a name for that sort of thing.

Loads of races to look forward to, same as many people, I suppose, but all cancelled. I’ve done a fair bit of bike racing over the years though, so an enforced break won’t do me any harm.

One of the planned races was a European championship thing in the Czech Republic. Lots of people I know said it sounded a bit rubbish, because the course was based around the medieval square of a large city. Sort of up a hill in a park, down some stone steps, around the back of the garages and along through the square. It would have been a 24-hour race so rather a lot of my laps would have been right past queues of nightclub revellers and drunks covered in kebab sauce.