Here’s our pick of 15 things that we think every cyclist loves. Are we right or do you disagree? Let us know down below.
1 Reaching the top
Even if you love the climbs, there’s something about reaching the top that gives you an instant boost. Whether it’s Alpe d’Huez or a humpback bridge, it’s a job well done.
2 Riding with a tailwind
Ride with a tailwind and you feel unbeatable, like your legs and lungs got stronger in the night. Very, very occasionally the wind will change direction during a ride and you’ll get a tailwind on the way out and a tailwind on the way back. On these days you think you’re Eddy Merckx.
3 Dropping your mates
The fact that they’re your mates only makes you want to drop them more.
4 Green traffic lights
Remember that day when every traffic light you passed was on green and you just sailed through? No, because it has never happened. One day it will, though, and then your life will be complete.
5 France
Yeah, the cycling might be good around your way but France is the gold standard. Le Tour, of course, the Alps, the Pyrenees, Paris-Roubaix… Mind you, there’s Italy too. And Belgium.
6 New bike clothes
Yes, you’ve got your old favourites but you can never have too much new stuff. Don’t blame me; I didn’t invent greed/avarice/capitalism.
7 Light stuff
It doesn’t matter how many times you’re told that being aerodynamic is more important than shaving off a few grams, light kit always puts a smile on your face. That applies to your frame, handlebars, wheels, shoes, body… Pretty much everything, in fact.
8 A clean bike
Clean bikes are faster. Well, they might be. They certainly look faster. On the other hand, a dirty bike shows you’ve been riding it, so that has it’s merits too. Confusing.
9 The sound of a freehub
Some freehubs sound so ace you’ve just got to stop pedalling and listen to them ticking away from time to time. Not for too long, mind. That’s just slacking.
10 Trying a new route and it works out
I’ve got a hunch that this road will join up with another one that I know. I try it and it does. Hurrah! Just call me Mr Garmin.
11 New bar tape
Every road bike can be improved by the application of new bar tape. Fact.
12 Beating other riders away from the lights
It might not be the Olympic final but every victory counts. You’re Le Patron until the next set of lights.
13 PBs
Even the least competitive cyclist likes to beat their time from point A to point B. Better your personal best by a second and you feel brilliant, miss it by a second and you feel crushed, yet that’s only a difference of two seconds. That’s just the way it is.
14 Coffee and cake
They’re pretty much essential.
15 The post-ride shower/bath
The more achy your legs, the better it feels.
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154 thoughts on “15 things every cyclist loves — explore the best bits of riding your bike”
The Sun on your back.
The Sun on your back.
Seeing the world in a way
Seeing the world in a way that most people will just never experience/understand.
Beer and pies are pretty high
Beer and pies are pretty high up too! Nailing the downhill s-bends, uploading your rides and seeing how you did, getting out when it looked a bit windy/miserable/cold/wet and enjoying it anyway, that shagged out feeling after a long ride…
Fresh tarmac.
Fresh tarmac.
The wind in your hair.
The wind in your hair. Remember that? You can still do it and it’s better than ever.
Bez wrote:The wind in your
This, and a bit of sun as well.
Mallorca
Anything steel
Mallorca 8>
Anything steel :X
The smug feeling of nailing a
The smug feeling of nailing a steep climb when even those walking are struggling – momentarily pretending you are fine (cheery hello and shallow breathing) when inside you are crying.
Quiet, tranquil roads…
Quiet, tranquil roads…
Riding a car(e)-free route.
Riding a car(e)-free route.
Overtaking a car…
Overtaking a car… yeeeeeeeeaaahhh boy! B-)
Guilt-free eating and
Guilt-free eating and beer-drinking!
Pretending to be winning a
Pretending to be winning a imaginary something when i am certain no one is watching by putting my hands up in the air, or do the running man.
Feeling so righteous settling
Feeling so righteous settling to a crepe and coffee at the top of a French col when everyone else has driven or motorcycled up 😀
A cleanly executed hands-free
A cleanly executed hands-free nose clearance at high speed always does it for me.
Being able to eat what I want
Being able to eat what I want guilt free after a ride!
Number 12, love beating the
Number 12, love beating the fellow commuters, especially when they’re all geared up and I’m just in my work suit.
I’m especially mean in that I let them have a head start and then pick my moment to come past as calmly as possible….never turn down a chance to race!
Silky smooth tarmac.
Silky smooth tarmac. B-)
The SMELL! especially when it
The SMELL! especially when it marks the changing of the seasons. Even in town (I imagine)…
Upside down 13.
Upside down 13.
Early season fitness, if
Early season fitness, if you’ve built it or hung onto it, and the first few rides of the spring with it in shorts again cannot be beaten.
Those moments when you
Those moments when you realize that nothing could be better – you’re happy.
All of the above
All of the above 😀
Shorts and short sleeves for
Shorts and short sleeves for the first time of the year.
rjfrussell wrote:Shorts and
I think that should come with a slight caveat. Finishing, comfortably, a ride in shorts and short sleeves for the first time of the year is a great feeling.
Often the weather tempts you out of the crease and you end up having to fight your way home with far too much bare skin on show to the freezing rain that suddenly whipped in to say hello.
I agree with caad10, the
I agree with caad10, the smell does it for me normally. Fresh air, and the changing of the seasons. But I live in the countryside so the smells aren’t always that appealing. Passing a pig farm on a warm day for example… :&
willothewisp wrote:I agree
Cotswold dairy farm and the weird way that the air is always warm there too!
willothewisp wrote:I agree
Not as good as the local maggot farm on a warm day. Which has the added bonus of being on a hill. :& :& :&
Saying “Thanks, appreciate
Saying “Thanks, appreciate your support” when you’re going past a bus stop and the people in it are hailing the bus behind you.
– Attaching numbers to your
– Attaching numbers to your back pockets and getting that feeling of nervous anticipation
– Procrastinating in working picking out the perfect new bike
– Waiting for the end of the club run when the half-wheeling starts and chaos ensues
Post-ride allantoin creme
Post-ride allantoin creme application.
👿
The first test ride on a new
The first test ride on a new bike (that you’ve assembled yourself)
Cruising past motons queuing
Cruising past motons queuing & stuck in mobile greenhouses on warm sunny days 🙂
Just sunny days 🙂
That private badass feeling when you’ve cycled to work through the pouring rain or snow, and everyone else is complaining about how bad the weather was for driving 🙂
That magic carpet silent whooshing along on a bike that’s setup just right 🙂
just feeling fitter and
just feeling fitter and fitter as the year goes
Also the feel of new bib shorts that cost you a fortune !
agree with all but dropping
agree with all but dropping your mates, I go out riding in a group for a reason and thats not to leave them all behind to make me feel better.
McDuff73 wrote:agree with all
Agree except for pre-agreed proper hills to zoom up, naturally waiting at the top and then carrying on leisurely.
McDuff73 wrote:agree with all
I really like pulling someone in to the faster group and coaching them into riding in the middle of a good group. Their sense of achievement when they get back to base after a longer/ faster ride than they thought they could do is great.
I also like to turn on the hurt in the last 10 miles of the club run but not every week!
A cool sip of liquid in
A cool sip of liquid in between breaths 🙂
Number Two. My commute starts
Number Two. My commute starts and ends with a steep climb because I live in the middle of a hill. Every morning I dread it, every morning I feel awesome at the top.
Also riding in bad weather.
The process of struggling to
The process of struggling to gain fitness after injury and illness, then that magical first ride back when you’re out, the fitness is back and the ride isn’t just a continuous struggle 🙂
When Dan Lloyd or Matt
When Dan Lloyd or Matt Stevenson replace Sean Kelly, much better commentary alongside the legendary Carlton Kirby.
That ride can’t come soon enough 🙁
YES & YES.
OK, you lot can have
OK, you lot can have “dropping your mates”, I still get a kick if I can keep up with mine for the whole morning :-p
A perfect descent on a dry
A perfect descent on a dry and sunny day, no traffic, no potholes, perfect silky smooth roads, and reaching 80kmph!!
Beating 20, 30, 40 and 50
Beating 20, 30, 40 and 50 year olds on sprint segments….I’m 66!
Realising one day that spring
Realising one day that spring has arrived, and that you haven’t stopped cycling all winter.
Braking in the spring without
Braking in the spring without that ghastly grinding noise of filthy pad on filthy rim.
Cold crisp days when I don’t turn into a sweaty mess.
Riding in the hills above the mist in the valleys.
A rock-steady track stand at the lights
A winter without punctures – damn, that’s like saying ‘Macbeth’ in a theatre isn’t it
A partner that understands
A partner that understands that you must go out for a ride. Thanks Kate x
Oh yes… possibly one of the
Oh yes… possibly one of the most overlooked but most beneficial reasons…
A long relatively flat
A long relatively flat stretch, headwind optional, when you get forward on the saddle, in a big gear, with the right tune in your headphone (left hand only of course *still awaits flaming*) and just the right amount of pain in your legs, and yet still feel like you could keep it turning forever.
Keeping the power down over cobbles and skipping across them.
What’s a tailwind?
What’s a tailwind? 😉
Sadly Biggins wrote:What’s a
It’s a state of utter mental clarity and physical prowess. No idea why it’s called that though.
Just those few hours away
Just those few hours away from CBeebies…..
And adding some new blue lines onto your heatmap.
Closed road events or the
Closed road events or the morning leading up to a TdF stage – 2 of the best riding days I had last year.
Taking a newbie on their
Taking a newbie on their first long distance ride, and sharing their sense of achievement/amazement that they can cycle 50 miles or whatever.
Waving to the wife as i ride
Waving to the wife as i ride off, while she is doing the housework
Waving to the husband as I
Waving to the husband as I ride off, knowing he will have cooked something great and tidied the house when I get back. Cos we’re a partnership.
One of those rides when you
One of those rides when you don’t seem to have thought about changing gear, braking or picking a line. They all just happened perfectly. The climbs hurt just enough, descents just fast enough. You finish with just enough energy to put the kettle on or stagger to the burger place/bar, smile to yourself and say “That was a good ride!”
Post-ride curry.
Post-ride curry.
That unexpected oomph out of
That unexpected oomph out of nowhere, without having diligently complied with Rule #5 nor being able to attribute it to those extra jelly babies, making you think that maybe you are a little bit better than you actually thought you were….
In extreme bad weather when
In extreme bad weather when car drivers look at you in a state of pity, what they don’t know if that you’re actually bloody loving it.
That feeling of being mental after the above ride.
Riding toward a sunset.
Eating whatever you want (to a certain degree).
The smooth running of your
The smooth running of your bike after getting a DIY repair job right.
“Hot and overcast. I take my
“Hot and overcast. I take my gear out of the car and put my bike together. Tourists and locals are watching from sidewalk cafe’s. Non Racers. The emptiness of those lives shocks me.”
That quote from “The Rider” says it all.
Riding a section of road the
Riding a section of road the Tour of Britain just went down, then having loads of school kids cheering as you pass…the volume increases as you wave and smile!
Going for a ride after having
Going for a ride after having taken 2 sinutab for sinus trouble
-now you know why pseudo ephedrine is baned!
Out on a lone ride, big
Out on a lone ride, big headwind and rain lashing-getting it tight! Then the PSNI helicopter appears, hovering quite low- suddenly I am no longer grinding around Craigavon but a solo break in a Classic- even the crappy parts of the road are suddenly pavé! Enough energy for a surge for home, feeling like I should apply for Belgian citizenship, challenging the wind and rain to do its worst.
Arrive at home, have a great shower then upload Garmin to find I beat my personal best on the wee draggy climb home which had been set on a sunny day with a tailwind!
(Plus the commentators in my head were Kirby and Kelly, not Liggett and Sherwen which was an added bonus!)
Beer. That is all
Beer. That is all
The fact that my wife was
The fact that my wife was still prepared to get back on the bike, having thrown it into a bog, as we battled our way to Belmullet into the teeth of an Atlantic gale.
Coffee and cake should be
Coffee and cake should be separate entries. It undervalues each of them if they are lumped together as a single benefit 😉
Possibly the greatest feeling comes as a result of a number of the above (e.g. cresting a climb), and that’s the knowledge that by riding you are living, not merely existing.
That moment you casually look
That moment you casually look down at your ‘puter and realise you’re cruising at 25 mph.
Filling every available
Filling every available pocket with food from the breakfast buffet in a French hotel and no one bats an eye even as you clip clop out to your bike.
Filling every available
Filling every available pocket with food from the breakfast buffet in a French hotel and no one bats an eye even as you clip clop out to your bike.
The sound of hard tyres on
The sound of hard tyres on smooth tarmac. Just SMOOTH tarmac
Actually one of my best days
Actually one of my best days was tailwinds from Fort William to Bonar Bridge. Tailwinds up the Lochs and a beautiful day. This was preceded by one of the worst days, from Glasgow to Fort William. Head winds and rain all day, a rockslide increased the mileage of the longest day. I practically went potty going through Glencoe at 11mph and couldn’t break 15mph going down hill, with 40 miles still to go and 7hrs recorded in the saddle.
My line was if day the from Glasgow to Fort William made you question why you ride, the next day was the answer….
Beautiful people in the bunch
Beautiful people in the bunch with great tans and killer calf muscle definition!
Sun but not too hot
Sun but not too hot
My continued disbelief after
My continued disbelief after almost 30 years that an inert machine weighing the same as a fat house cat can deliver so much joy and endorphin rush!
When it’s your mate who gets
When it’s your mate who gets the puncture.
When you’re going down a hill fast and there’s a bend at the bottom and you’re not quite sure if you’re going to get round and then you do.
Leaving the coffee stop in a bunch and wending your way home.
At the end of the club run when you wave goodbye to your mates and say ‘see you next week.’
When the package from Wiggle arrives.
The first sight and sound of Sean Kelly for the new season.
Removing mudguards, not wearing gloves or over-shoes and leaving the winter jacket at home because spring has sprung.
Chasing after a ride who’s just passed you and then passing them.
Saying ‘good morning’ to a Dulwich Paragon rider and getting nothing back (in joke).
Not bothered about cake.
Not bothered about cake. Does that make me strange?
Oh, and one of my favourite things is nice flat and smooth tarmac. Round here it is all big chip top dressing and pot holes.
The work.
Enjoying turning
The work.
Enjoying turning the cranks.
Anything else would be unnecessary.
The work.
Enjoying turning
The work.
Enjoying turning the cranks.
Anything else would be unnecessary.
getting a sad face from a
getting a sad face from a speed indicator device.
Getting onto the beach at
Getting onto the beach at Dunwich 😉
Wheeling the bike down the
Wheeling the bike down the path from the front door and deciding which way to go.
A bike that runs
A bike that runs silent
Really good coffee
Good mates
That is all
Petethepump wrote:A bike that
Speak for yourself. There is no better sound than my campag freehub.
I have a Campag freehub. Can
I have a Campag freehub. Can only hear it with my hearing aid in!
i e when I am sevicing it in the garage.
To start with, just getting
To start with, just getting out of the front door. Then heading out in the rain and the mist and feeling like there is no where you’d rather be. And feeling like, you can get through this winter.
That short stretch of road
That short stretch of road that you always seem to fly along.
One of those gear changes that feels and sounds perfect.
That zen like feeling you get
That zen like feeling you get on a summers evening ride when you feel at one with your bike.
Crisp gear changes
Smooth
Crisp gear changes
Smooth tarmac
Silent running
Caffeine in my blood stream
Sun on my back
The long road ahead
I’m tempted to be cynical,
I’m tempted to be cynical, but anything that can move taciturn, emotionally repressed, quietly desperate middle aged Englishmen to thoughts akin to poetry has value which should be applauded.
For me, it’s the sound of clicking into that left pedal at the start of a ride. It’s the prologue, the introduction, the start of a story.
An open fire in a pub after a
An open fire in a pub after a long ride into a bitterly cold nor-easterly to warm up your toes. And the beer that goes with it.
That feeling when you’ve gone
That feeling when you’ve gone up to your threshold level, (for me its about 183bpm), and then you’ve got over that climb, or finished that sprint, and you go back down to 155bpm, and it feels like the bloods coming back into your heart, and you feel powerful again. I love that feeling.
Perfectly bunnyhopping a
Perfectly bunnyhopping a pothole/obstacle.
Beating people with much more expensive bikes/clothing to the top of a climb, or in a flat out sprint., or in the commute to/from work.
Seeing new people that have joined your group become much better riders and encouraging them onwards.
Just being on the bike
Just being on the bike
Cycling for mile after mile –
Cycling for mile after mile – two abreast – and counting more cyclists than cars. (Okay that one’s not for every cyclist. Sorry.)
And as I’ve just got this
And as I’ve just got this warm fuzzy feeling.
Completing a build and even the bar tape is perfect.
Eating a banana at the turn
Eating a banana at the turn back home point on a pre-breakfast Saturday morning.
Post-ride shower with your
Post-ride shower with your boyfriend B-) 😉
When the city traffic is in
When the city traffic is in gridlock due to an accident or earthquake and I can still get home to my family in the usual time.
Sunday mornings full stop.
Sunday mornings full stop.
getting to the bottom of a
getting to the bottom of a descent and looking forward to the next climb
Riding past the “Yorkshire
Riding past the “Yorkshire Dales National Park” sign on a sunny spring morning.
When it’s so hot, either in
When it’s so hot, either in France or Italy (and once or twice in England), that a descent is like riding into a blow dryer. When the jersey that was soaked at the top of the hill is bone dry at the bottom and those unsightly salt lines show just how much effort was expended.
Early sunday morning roads
Early sunday morning roads with no cars.
Catching up with and then
Catching up with and then overtaking the idiots that cycle through red lights whilst you’re waiting for them to change to green like the rest of the road users.
Being at the bottom of the
Being at the bottom of the hill and thinking how can I do that? Then doing it.
When you crash, think it’s
When you crash, think it’s gonna be bad, but your bike, and you are absolutely fine
Ride in a mild weather in the
Ride in a mild weather in the warm sun with a bit of breeze and sip that ice water in the hydration pack.
Enjoy the smooth sound of the bike when at speed.
Love every time I brake with hydro disc on my road bike. Bring smile to my face every time especially it just reminds me how much I hated rim braking.
That exhilarated feeling of
That exhilarated feeling of being able to give it pelters cos you’ve found a stretch of road with no pot-holes.
Just riding, actually riding
Just riding, actually riding in the rain on a warm day, you can’t be any wetter, but it stops bothering you that you are wet. That is freedom…
Spring.
Spring.
DaveE128 wrote:Spring.
Good
Good news, Dave. Spring is scheduled for this weekend.
bikeboy76 wrote:DaveE128
Really¿ This is what I came out to this morning
Arrived last weekend in the
Arrived last weekend in the Pays de Gex.
When you are getting tired
When you are getting tired and a scooter comes along on the perfect speed.
Rolling past all the queued
Rolling past all the queued traffic that has just raced past you for the last 30 minutes knowing when you get to work/home they will still be sat in their cars.
Being on a club ride with
Being on a club ride with your mates having all turned up in the same kit for once.
Arriving home.
Arriving home.
My most favourite, yet
My most favourite, yet vanishingly minor, aspect of club rides was always when the group rolls to a halt at a junction or traffic lights or whatever and the unofficial trackstand competition would resume.
Joining the “elite club” of riders who could stay upright, stationary, with both feet still clipped in was my dream… But you had to stay up until the lights changed and ride off without putting a foot down or (shock horror) leaning on street furniture while you wait.
It was especially impressive when someone would do it in old-fashioned quills and cleats with straps done up tight; no chance of getting out if you start to fall… tense and exciting!
Of course, once in a blue moon someone would turn up on a Longstaff trike or summat like that and make us all feel faintly ludicrous. These days it would be a Greenspeed or ICE recumbent trike I suppose (I have a Greenspeed GTT myself but have never tried to take it on a club ride).
The feeling I will get
The feeling I will get tomorrow when the cast comes off and I can hang onto the bars and hoods at a normal angle without the cast digging into me.
knowing last year you were 20
knowing last year you were 20 stone and could only cycle a mountain bike,, this year your 16 stone and most road bikes are availible , new season new me , new bike,
mcnoodle wrote:knowing last
and next year you’ll hopefully be below 14 stone? 🙂
The process of recognising a
The process of recognising a new, unwanted noise (principles of silence really do apply), spending a sunny afternoon in the garden resolving it, then heading back out to The Peaks to enjoy the splendor on my clean, free running custom build. Almost erotic?
The first time you sling your
The first time you sling your leg over your new bike.
The first time you sling your
The first time you sling your leg over your new bike.
You missed; the ice cold beer
You missed; the ice cold beer on a sunny terrace after a full on ride.
When the doctor came in,
When the doctor came in, saying you have broken two ribs, but your collegues report that your bike is unharmed 🙂
When you have an event
When you have an event pencilled in for Sunday and see the weather forecast B-)
I think you forgot to add
I think you forgot to add Mallorca to the list 🙂
A stretch of new tarmac.
A stretch of new tarmac.
The wiff of wild garlic .Yes!
The wiff of wild garlic .Yes! summer is fast approaching!
Pesto velo.
Pesto velo.
Being fast than the guy with
Being fast than the guy with the full carbon bike, you know the type – money no object – on my bottom of the range ally bike. Great pleasure always cause my engine is better than his no matter how light his bike is 🙂
All the gear and no idea…
All the gear and no idea…
Dropping to the bottom on the
Dropping to the bottom on the big ring and letting rip on a flat!
Going from old worn out 23c
Going from old worn out 23c to new 25c tyres. Oh, the comfort!
Aah comfort. Every little
Aah comfort. Every little helps… (I’m a newbie and looking to learn).
SMOOTH TARMAC
SMOOTH TARMAC
The Fresh Tarmac Surge
The Fresh Tarmac Surge
Riding in for an early shift
Riding in for an early shift at work in mid summer starting 0450 and it’s sunny and still and warm and it’s just you, the road, some good hills, the birds/sheep/cows and occasionally a deer or fox.
Feeling fit and lean and fast in mid summer.
Doing chaingangs with the local club guys when I always batter myself way to early and then wheel suck at the back for the last lap….but i feel good cos I kept the wheel of some fast f@ckers….coupled with that feeling of being part of a group of finely honed ‘athletes’ despite not being a racing snake (mainly just a solo commuter ) and basically hanging on for dear life the whole way round. That exhilaration of riding at 30mph 3 inches away from the back wheel of the peloton when u are knackered and hanging on for dear life. Mashocism at its best.
Riding in for an early shift
Riding in for an early shift at work in mid summer starting 0450 and it’s sunny and still and warm and it’s just you, the road, some good hills, the birds/sheep/cows and occasionally a deer or fox.
Feeling fit and lean and fast in mid summer.
Doing chaingangs with the local club guys when I always batter myself way to early and then wheel suck at the back for the last lap….but i feel good cos I kept the wheel of some fast f@ckers….coupled with that feeling of being part of a group of finely honed ‘athletes’ despite not being a racing snake (mainly just a solo commuter ) and basically hanging on for dear life the whole way round. That exhilaration of riding at 30mph 3 inches away from the back wheel of the peloton when u are knackered and hanging on for dear life. Mashocism at its best.
A royal wedding, they happen
A royal wedding, they happen in summer, the roads are empty and there’s no chance of you accidentally seeing the event.
The gush of adrenaline in
The gush of adrenaline in your cheeks when you flatten out of a steep, fast decent… WHOOSH
Green traffic lights
Green traffic lights
On my last commute in, I actually wanted a red because I was a bit knackered, and also, I’d forgotten to attach the waist strap on my backpack. If memory serves, it was about four miles in before I came across a single bloody red light, and that corresponds to fourteen sets of lights (one of which is temporary and one of which is actually a ‘pedestrian and cyclist crossing’). I know this ‘cos I just scooted through the video.
Tubs singing at 40mph
Tubs singing at 40mph
Float days when you’re riding as fast as you can with no pains in your legs
The sights, the sounds, the
The sights, the sounds, the smells…
Petrichor
France! Totally agree.
France! Totally agree. Cruising down a long languid descent in the sun on pristine tarmac with barely a car in sight.
Quote:
I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in tailwinds. I think they’re a myth propagated by experienced cyclists to take the p!$$ out of newbies
No, headwinds: that’s a different matter…
A clean hands-free nose
A clean hands-free nose clearance executed at speed.
It is only a whisker away from being one of the worst things that can happen on a bike too though.
I don’t like coffee. Does
I don’t like coffee. Does that mean I can’t be a cyclist?
Steve K wrote:
You don’t have to like it, but yes, it’s compulsory to drink it
hawkinspeter wrote:
In fact, it’s compulsory, while drinking it to complain that “I don’t know how they can call this dishwater ‘coffee’ – unless it’s made from beans grown in the gardens of K’un-Lun, spent three years passing through the digestive tract of a wyvern, been hand-ground using the finest unobtanium mill, and expressed with precisely the force of one original Vespa balanced on a single Roman cobblestone, it’s not really coffee.”
I really really wish I liked
I really really wish I liked coffee, and confess that if I did I probably would be the kind of twat who’d say things like that.