There are, I believe, two types of recreational cyclist. First, there are the ones with whippet-like bodies clad in Lycra, who take on near-vertical mountain roads without breaking a sweat. And then there are cyclists like me, who pick their bike according to colour, and whether the basket has enough room for focaccia and fresh cherry tomatoes.

I am on the Amalfi Coast intending to cycle between the medieval town of Ravello, which perches up in the clouds at almost 1,200 feet above sea level, and the stunning seaside town of Amalfi. When I told this plan to my taxi driver last night he snorted, "Don't get killed, it's bad for tourism!".

Read more

Source: http://www.independent.co.uk/