At the age of 13 when I rode my first ever cycle race, a 10 mile time-trial on somewhere known as the Clitherow by-pass recording a time of 27:04, I certainly never anticipated that by the age of 48 I’d be riding as a disabled cyclist, let alone competing again.

I’d like to personally thank each of our 179 members for either contributing content on The Cycling Misfits or, keeping a beady eye on what people are up to.

The Cycling Misfits is a Facebook group that I created just last year for likeminded people who may or, may not have suffered a life changing event.  

As we are fast approaching the end of another successful year of cycling or, in my case trikeing, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on 2022.

For the last couple of years we’ve had at least one major goal for the year, last year was The JOGLE when Ian and I successfully cycled what turned out to be 956.04 miles from John ‘O’ Groats to Lands-end in 14 days.

This year was no different when we cycled the D-Day landing beeches along the Normandy Coast in France, this wasn’t really about the cycling because, we only covered 335 miles over 7 days of cycling. 

We went accompanied by two very good friends Paul Walker and, Ste Lee from Market Drayton. 

Before the trip I had heard rumours about how much red wine Paul could actually consume but, my god seeing is believing.

The main reason for the trip was to take in the history of the D-Day Landing, to say that it’s still very eery is an understatement.  

Bullet holes still prominent having peppered walls, bunkers sporadically placed along the what is a beautiful coastline, abandoned military vehicles.

I dread to think what it must have been like during the actual war….

You know I’ve never actually seen a live Golden Eagle before, not even in captivity. I have seen them stuffed where a taxidermist has felt that it’s acceptable to stuff one that he’s probably bought illegally off some dodgy poacher but, to see one live in its natural habitat, the Scottish Highlands is a lot to behold.   

Of course I’m referring to when we cycled the NC500….

This year, just like last year we cycled The Way of The Roses, cycling 174 miles from Morecambe to Bridlington. You may recall, we attempted this last year when I crashed my trike, how I managed to roll a trike I have absolutely no idea but, I managed it in a quite spectacular fashion. 😊    

For me personally, my main objective was to return to competitive cycling.

This I achieved in quite spectacular style when I became the series champion in British Cycling’s recumbent trike events.

The one thing that I didn’t achieve was to take the title of National Champion, this event I still made the podium but, sadly I only finished third.

Therefore, becoming National Champion is my main goal for 2023….    

I dread to think how many road miles that Ian &I actually cycled but, what I will say is that it was a lot.

Stourport Cycle Track became my second home, having been on track almost every single day that we haven’t been away on one of our epic trips. Its almost impossible to say for definite but, I think that I can safely say that I’m a record holder having cycled 116 laps, recording a little over 102 miles though out the day.

The reason why I can safely say that it’s a record is, there’s probably nobody else who’s stupid enough to want to try it in the first place. 😊

Just last weekend we headed to Chester to do some cycling around their, the original plan was to cycle from Chester to Holyhead but, we didn’t have anybody to drive the support vehicle so, we decided to just head to Chester with Paul Walker, then do some cycling round Chester.

OMG, it was bloody cold….

I’m guessing that your all familiar with the song ”Four Seasons in One Day” by Crowded House?

Well we must have been absolutely bonkers, we cycled through sleet, snow, rain, the only bit of sun that we saw was in the van on the way to Chester, the a constant was it didn’t rise above -3 degrees.

That’s it for this year I’m pleased to say….