Strava: pushing cyclists to the limit
Muddy bumps on rutted forest trails were exhilarating – and I got enough scratches to convince women that I was very manly. My car took me where I needed to go – a boring state of affairs, but safe. Every weekend I would drive past the hordes of cyclists going up and down Jo’burg’s tar roads, and then suddenly veering off to zip down seemingly hidden trails in the bush.
Its ‘success’ is measured in the number of lawsuits by the families of cyclists who have lost their lives chasing the fastest times. On freezing mornings I have chosen the biting wind rather than lying in a warm bed, because I can’t stop thinking of where I could possibly go faster.
Two cyclists had done the exact same time with all the variables.... Read the full, comprehensive news article and discuss at My BroadbandSimilar Stories