We're not pretending to be gurus who know everything about the sport, nor are we closely linked to anyone or anything in the peloton. But we have opinions to express, fingers to type with, and enough amassed knowledge from a few years of watching the sport to hopefully do it justice.
As for the blog's name, according to that mine of citation, Wikipedia, a laughing group is, along with autobus and gruppetto, the term for a group of riders who club together to make it through a stage inside the time limit. Draw what conclusions you will from that information.
As for the blog's name, according to that mine of citation, Wikipedia, a laughing group is, along with autobus and gruppetto, the term for a group of riders who club together to make it through a stage inside the time limit. Draw what conclusions you will from that information.
Now to hand over to our contributors for a brief personal introduction. First of all, me.
Kev:
I'll be honest, I've only been a 'proper' follower of cycling for a few years, one of many to have been drawn in by the successes of Mark Cavendish and Bradley Wiggins. I'm a fan of both sprint finishes and plucky breakaways. I also can't ride a bike.
Andy:
When I last rode a bike - 14 years since the previous occasion - I was overtaken by a man on a unicycle and my earliest memory of watching cycling is being bored to tears when my dad insisted on watching the Tour de France highlights on Channel 4. So it's just as surprising to me as it is to you that I'm writing on a cycling blog. Over the years, though, either by the infectious nature of Mark Cavendish's rise to success or through a slow process of brainwashing, I have grown to love the sport as a spectacle and almost nearly even understand what's going on. I am firmly of the opinion there is no finer sight than a well-drilled lead-out train working to perfection (oh, HTC) and Tony Martin once broke my heart in *that* solo breakaway.
Andy:
When I last rode a bike - 14 years since the previous occasion - I was overtaken by a man on a unicycle and my earliest memory of watching cycling is being bored to tears when my dad insisted on watching the Tour de France highlights on Channel 4. So it's just as surprising to me as it is to you that I'm writing on a cycling blog. Over the years, though, either by the infectious nature of Mark Cavendish's rise to success or through a slow process of brainwashing, I have grown to love the sport as a spectacle and almost nearly even understand what's going on. I am firmly of the opinion there is no finer sight than a well-drilled lead-out train working to perfection (oh, HTC) and Tony Martin once broke my heart in *that* solo breakaway.
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