London to Brighton Cycle Ride Route
The start is chaos. Hundreds of cyclists, all nervous excitement and clanking chains. You roll out of Clapham Common past the houses where people are still in their pyjamas. They do not know what you are about to do. You feel like a secret agent on a very slow, very sweaty mission.
Soon, the traffic fades. You pass through quiet suburbs and suddenly you’re in the Surrey countryside. The air smells different—less bus fumes, more cut grass. It’s the moment you realise your sofa at home is doing nothing for your soul.