How was this taken?
With a great deal of difficulty. The bike, which later
vanished from the picture, was screwed into a
turbo trainer. My assistant was a tripod. The outtakes faithfully captured my discomfort.
A better question might be, why was it taken.
This image is easily worth the thousand words I could use to describe how cycling makes me feel. No, not sleepy, though I did once nod off somewhere in Somerset in the middle of a dreamy 400k ride. Balancing on two spinning wheels which I set in motion myself has the magical ability to bring my thoughts and emotions into equilibrium. It's not about the bike. But the bike sure helps.
PS.
Where's my medal?
