I spent quite a while post-diagnosis with my head in the sand, terrified that meeting another 'Parky' would be a glimpse of a future I wasn't yet prepared for. But after three years of lonely cycling, I decided it was time to find a teammate, so I ‘swiped right’. From neutral-ground coffee summits to gallows humor, here is how I finally found the tribe I never wanted to join.
Sherlock in Lycra: The Case of the Car-Park Face Plant
What happens when your smartphone goes off on a 'solo mission,' and you perform the perfect slow-motion face plant, all while squeezed into a suit of neon Lycra? You get a mystery only Sherlock (in cycling shorts) could solve. Here is how I proved that karma exists—even if my dignity didn’t.
Balls to Parkinson’s 