I realised yesterday that we've been sold a lie. That old adage, 'winter miles equals summer smiles', has been used by riders across the decades to cajole themselves, and others, into getting out on the bike when the weather is fit for little more than hiding under a duvet with tea and toast spread thickly with jam and butter.
A bit like telling kids that they'll grow up to be superhero strong like Popeye if they eat their spinach, the old 'winter miles' trick turns out to be just that. A trick.
