On The Road Bike – Ned Boulting

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Ned’s second book on cycling compliments his first nicely.  How I Won The Yellow Jumper tells the story of the Tour de France from Ned’s novice days covering the race to how it entranced him and fostered a love and interest in the race and cycling itself.  In On The Road Bike Ned charts his own history on a bike, particularly when he begins to cycle again through to riding his first 100 mile sportive interspersed throughout this Ned tracks down and tells the stories of mythical figures from British cycling’s past together with some other characters as he goes in search of a nation’s cycling soul.

What I love about Ned’s style is that he seems to be writting from an amused and bemused perspective as if he has stumbled into a great party to which he has no idea of how he was invited.  In fact that’s pretty much how the book kicks off as finds himself at a gala dinner where British Cycling were going to induct 50 greats (one for each year of their existence at the time) into their Hall of Fame.  At the dinner Ned finds himself at a table with Barry Hoban (prior to Cavendish the Brit with the most Tour de France stage wins), Brian Robinson (first British winner of a Tour de France stage) and Graham Webb (1967 Amateur Road Race World Champion).  Ned had never heard of Graham Webb, nor of many of the other people in the room that night so decides to find out more about the people who blazed the trail that has ended up with Bradley Wiggins becoming the first British winner of the Tour de France.

Ned writes about Chris Boardman, Graham Webb, Mick Bennett, Maurice Burton, Ron Keeble, Two Tommy Goodwins, Gary Beckett and Tony Hewson some of which are characters I know a tiny bit about both most I’d either not heard of or simply knew the name.  Each character that Ned tracks down has a rich story to tell and Ned brings them to life beautifully but as he goes about his search he also looks to see what, if anything, links these people across the generations.  As he searches he begins to realise that:

The more I speak to British riders, whether they are from the online here and now, or from the black and white yesteryear, the more I detect a commonality.  They tend to brood.  Accustomed to passing endless hours trapped in their interior monologues, with only the whirr of ball bearings and the swish of rubber on tarmac to accompany them, they often betray the signs of a fundamental unease with their circumstances, as if reinventing their physiologies day by day at the coal face of a punishing bike ride will somehow release them from who they are and what they are faced with.  From the cards they’ve been dealt.

As well as the pro riders Ned also looks at the burgeoning charity ride scene, the hilarious tale of Gary Kemp and other former New Romantics who have become bike obsessives and a look at Rapha, a chapter which had me guffawing out loud on many occasions, and their rise to now being the kit suppliers for Team Sky.  Ned calls devotees of the brand The Raffia – the semi secretive, palpably affluent, metrosexual.  Simon Mottram, the Yorkshireman behind Rapha, invites Ned for a tour of the offices, outlines his passionate vision for the brand and Ned attends the Rapha VIP area at the London Nocturne:

In the VIP area the uniform was the thing: black jeans with descreetly expensive and inutely reflective trim, slim fitting merion wool, old fashioned-looking racing jersyes, either cream, or black, but with traces of colour in cunning little places, and caps; black, white with rainbow stripes, or discreetly tweed in nature with a black strip woven into the fabric bearing the embroidered name (black on black): Rapha.  Pink T-shirts with black lettering.  Black T-shirts with white lettering.  Rapha.  It was overwhelmingly homogenous.  The aesthetic extended way further than just the clothes.  It seemed there was no one there with nothing to say for themselves……. Being uninteresting, unengaging, unglamorous was off-limits.  I struggled for things to contribute.  After enough time had elapsed for me to decently be seen to take my leave, I necked my wine and fled, without even waiting to find out who had won.

The book is full of these wry snippets as well as Ned’s own views on the mechanics of the bike (like me he knows very little and is not really interested), the difficulties of bib shorts, searing pain on entering a hill climb, a pilgrimage to Herne Hill velodrome and many other whimsical tales.  As in his previous book Ned weaves everything together in a somewhat haphazard style which I really enjoy, you are not quite sure where you are going but you know the journey is going to be fun.

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3 thoughts on “On The Road Bike – Ned Boulting

  1. Got this at the weekend as a Father’s Day present – and got Ned’s last book last year! It’s great stuff, halfway through already. I love his writing style.

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