Seven Deadly Sins by David Walsh


Seven Deadly Sins is David Walsh’s account of his pursuit of Lance Armstrong. It’s a very personal account. At times a far too personal account as Walsh allows his feelings to spill over in to the narrative. It’s part of what the book is all about of course but I preferred the more dispassionate elements to the sections where Walsh allows his feelings to intrude. It’s not an easy story for me, as a cycling fan, to follow. Performance enhancing drugs have been prevalent in the peloton for years but the late 90’s and early 2000’ saw it really explode. Seven Deadly Sins concentrates on Armstrong. But there is so much more to this than just him. So many more people involved at all levels and in all areas. Armstrong was a bad guy of course but in the single minded determination to take him down others have got away with things along the way – the whole host of riders who recently served short term bans during the off season in return for testimony spring to mind. Someday, hopefully, there will be a proper conclusion to all this. And with the benefit of time and distance someone will write the definitive account of this whole era. Walsh’s book is good. But that book will be so much better.

Project Rainbow by Rod Ellingworth


A couple of years ago Mark Cavendish won the road world championship for Great Britain. This book charts that process by the man who helped to mastermind it. I found it an amazing insight in to how British cycling reshaped itself in order to achieve on the road. I may be biased (turns out Ellingworth is from Burnley) but I thought he was refreshingly honest about what went well and what mistakes he made along the way. Some interesting nuggets to take away about how to organise yourself or a team in order to achieve a goal.

In The City Of Bikes by Pete Jordan


I love bikes and I love Holland. The wife and I have been to Amsterdam many times and so a book about the two jumped off the shelf at me (not literally of course). The book weaves the life of an American ex-pat with the history of the bike in the city. The biography piece was less interesting as I just didn’t have a massive amount of empathy with the author. The sections about the struggles cyclists had with the city council to get decent infrastructure was very insightful. However you did get the feeling the book was padded out in certain areas. For example one chapter on the second world war would have been enough but instead there were several which you couldn’t help feel was just because the author had access to lots and lots of archive materials. Does nobody edit books these days?!!

Inside The Peloton by Nicolas Roche


Following in the footsteps of a famous father can’t be easy. Nicolas Roche has that issue. He confronts it head on and discusses it openly in his autobiography. Mostly it’s formed from a serious of diary entries he wrote as columns for an Irish newspaper. The rest of the chapters help to fill in the blanks and give some context. The newspaper columns are far and away the best bit – they are candid and refreshing to see exactly how Roche thought and felt on those days.

The Rider by Tim Krabbe


Another cycling book but it’s fiction this time. Author Tim Krabbe uses his own experience as an amateur racer to describe just what it’s like to actually compete in a race. We get a great insight in the thoughts that go through his mind – the pain, the suffering, the fears, the insecurities. They are all laid bare for us to experience.

Sex, Lies and Handlebar Tape by Paul Howard


Jacques Anquetil is one of the greats of cycling. The first man to win the Tour de France five times. But his private life was a soap opera – he ended up have a child with his step-daughter (among other things). Although it would be easy to sensationalise, and this book does attempt to do that sometimes, the story and the man are interesting enough in themselves to keep you going. Anquetil was a unique and driven individual. But he was also a jumble of paradoxes.

In Search of Robert Millar by Richard Moore


More cycling and this time it’s a biography of Robert Millar. Until very recently Millar was the best stage racing cyclist this country has ever produced. And even after the efforts of Wiggins he’s still the best climber we’ve ever had. His prime was a little before I started watching the tour but I still remember watching him race towards the end of his career. Thinking back to that time it was very different to now. He was pretty much a lone wolf. As the book makes out though that’s a position that suited him. I don’t think he would have done well in today’s Team Sky environment – far too regimented for him. It’s that loner mentality that’s lost Millar his place in the British cycling pantheon really. Which is a shame. However, his talent and tenacity shine throughout the book. And ultimately, like all good cyclists, he’ll be judged on his palmares – something I’m sure he’d prefer anyway.