Yesterday, I popped out for a lunchtime ride. I had precisely one hour - less, really - to complete a route that would take me sixty minutes. So, you can imagine my dismay when I spotted the ‘road closure’ sign looming.
Road closures are often a game of Russian roulette for cyclists, with a series of possible outcomes. One: we ignore the road closure signs, and are vindicated on arrival at an empty stretch of road adorned by a single orange cone. Two: we ignore the road closure signs and find ourselves attempting to clamber over barbed-wire fences and into fields of cows, wearing thin lycra and a set of cleats.
