Doing my knee in — how the the capital of cycling became home (for a bit)
Tulcán, Capital del Ciclismo, has almost accidentally become my home for months. Here’s how it happened
I stepped off Rojita, leaned her against the wall, and limped into the hotel. I didn’t know it at the time, but I’d be off the bike for three months.
There was a nationwide strike in Ecuador. Seven protesters would be killed by police and another 331 injured. The major cities were under a blockade. I had ridden through the still hot ashes of the barricad…
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