The club run is the staple of grass roots cycling in the UK, and is a great way to meet a cross section of obsessives, anoraks, loners, sociopaths, psychopaths, eccentrics, fettlers and know-it-alls.
It is, effectively, a microcosm of British society.
You may think you’re going for a harmless Sunday morning bike ride. In fact, you’re entering a minefield of etiquette, where centuries-old tradition clashes with modern technology, where a sense of hierarchy prevails and a glossary of quasi-secret gestures and cryptic expressions is maintained.
Although no longer as intimidating as in the prehistoric age of down tube shifters and leather toe straps – when the sole purpose of the club run was to ‘rip the legs off’ any newcomer who expressed an interest in taking part – they are…
