22 Jun Fred stood at the top of the climb waiting for John. His face was the colour of beetroot. Water ran from his nose like a broken spout. He still wore his ‘favourite’ winter gloves. It was May.

When we understand what is happening within our body under the load and stress of cycling, we can dress better for our sport and increase the daily enjoyment of saddle time.  You walk up four flights of stairs and develop an instant red face and feel...