GUEST BLOG, GUY COLLIER: MY BEST FRIEND ROB

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Guy is a someone I met in threw last year through cycling and a shared love of photography. He is a not your usual professional wedding photographer and I’ve been nagging him to do some cycling photos, as he is able to record the intimate and emotive, and I think cycling often lacks that point of view. It must also be good for the heart to combine what you’re best at and what you love. I’m glad he’s done this and I hope he does more.

Guy is a someone I met in threw last year through cycling and a shared love of photography. He is a not your usual professional wedding photographer and I’ve been nagging him to do some cycling photos, as he is able to record the intimate and emotive, and I think cycling often lacks that point of view. It must also be good for the heart to combine what you’re best at and what you love. I’m glad he’s done this and I hope he does more.

You can reach Guy at GUY COLLIER PHOTOGRAPHY and on Twitter at @guycollierphoto

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Rob At Work on Guy’s New Madone *CLICK TO SEE PHOTO ESSAY*

Cycling. One word. Many things to many people.

Me? It’s a word for a world I need to be a part of.

I’ve never been much of a rider although I raced mountain bikes in the early days. A rigid Cannondale with XTR was not the most comfortable ride ever. But those days were pretty damn good. Early starts, piled into whichever Metro was running and had petrol. Bikes worth more than cars (they still are). Lining up full of nerves, dreading the climbs and wondering whether shaved legs really does make you faster (they do). Laughing at the bloke wearing pants under his cycling shorts. Riders disappearing for a last minute toilet break. Then the disappointment of yet another day watching riders easing ahead on the climbs and my refusal to entertain the idea of front suspension filling the air with F-bombs on each descent.

A switch to road-riding followed and there I really found my home. I devoured the Euro race scene, knowing every rider and following the races slavishly.

And then, it stopped. A broken neck in 1998 curtailed riding, and then I guess life followed a typical course. Married a wonderful woman in 2000 and an equally wonderful daughter followed 3 years later. Work always meant a lack of riding time and a dalliance with motorbikes somehow happened. A short one that ended with me staring at the ceiling of the Resuscitation Room at North Hants hospital. 30 minutes after kissing my little girl goodbye and it could so easily have been lights out that day. Leather hung up, thank you and goodnight.

Throughout it all though, one constant remained. His name is Rob and he’s my best friend. We met at Halfords when I failed miserably to sell car radios whilst at college and Uni I was his best man and I’m not ashamed to say I love him as a brother. Rob was already riding seriously when we met and to this day I’ve only managed to drop him once. He’s a brilliant climber yet can also out-ride and out-sprint me. Like I said, I’ve never been much of a rider But he always waits for me. Always. That’s what friends do isn’t it. Like the Guinness advert, he waits, that’s what he does.

Rob works in the industry, so I get my bikes from him. I wouldn’t buy from anyone else and that’s how the new Trek Madone 5.5 frame you see here came to be mine and it’s Rob doing the hard yards here in these photos. It’s a custom build and a one-off in that regard. I know what some people think about Trek and the whole Lance thing but really, so what? They make some bloody good bikes and the Madone can stand shoulder to shoulder with any bike. Cancellara, Voigt, the Schlecks. They’re on Madones now. That’s good enough for me. I’m still like a kid at Xmas when it’s new bike time and this one should be pretty special. Hell, I even thought about Di2 before sense took hold and we stuck with Ultegra. It’s my bike, with each part picked by Rob and I and that makes it special.

The ties that bind. They’re what count. Cycling first bound Rob and I and I think it will do until we’re old and grey. We’ll still ride, just a little more slowly. We don’t ride together as much as we used to now, but I still hold dear each time I’m able to see the words of the Bobet brothers and think ‘Tomorrow, we ride’.

I’m not sure Rob knows what our friendship and those rides really mean to me. I hope he does now. Rob, you’re my brother.
Tomorrow, we ride.

One thought on “GUEST BLOG, GUY COLLIER: MY BEST FRIEND ROB”

  1. That nearly made me cry! Beautiful words, straight from the heart, and Rob deserves every one of them, you couldn’t wish for a better, more loyal and loving best friend than him.

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