No-nonsense race reporting resplendent with beautiful pictures, often blown to two pages, showing head tube badges and grimaced faces in equal measure, Winning Magazine was all that other magazines of its era, most notably Bicycling, was not. We used to pay a ridiculous sum in the States to get this little yellow magazine from the local out-of-town newsstand, but those first few minutes with the slender journal were usually spent on the street bench poring over the pages just moments after paying for it.
Why did you love it?
Why did you love it?