Paul's ability to talk to anyone adds greatly to his book with his experiences of people he meets along the way.

The nearest I’ve heard of, and something I know some people swear by, are the quick release versions made by MKS, the EZY MM-Cube clipless for example, but these are quite expensive by comparison, and I’d be worried about losing one of them when folding the bike in a hurry (like when your train suddenly arrives and you have to do the double-speed-fold trick)! This may seem terribly provincial, but, whilst I’ve been to London many times over the years, before yesterday I had never ridden my Brompton there. It’s only natural that some of the club want to compete in Triathlons, given that we reside on the inspirational Brownlees’ patch, and there’s the boom in triathlons of recent times, it’s a logical extension of running and another increasingly popular challenge to be undertaken.

The honesty of the journey it's ups and downs and free wheeling dialogue, make it difficult to put the book down and for those of us who also suffer and celebrate the times our choice of transport puts us through, it is very real and made me smile. No missing or damaged pages, no creases or tears, no underlining or highlighting of text, and no writing in the margins. I've considered standard cycling but don't think I'd have enough puff right now to get there without being a tired, sweaty mess.

Children and adults people pigeons and other characters in a circle line art style black white illustration background. The main two sections, which are constructed of heavy-duty webbing-like material with a leather lining, are fastened by two strips of velcro on the underside.Whilst the Specialized is fine for day rides, It's not the most suitable bike for doing LEJOG, due to its lack of luggage carrying capacity, unless you're doing it accomapnied. And the longer you are there, the quicker your pace becomes until it’s impossible to distinguish your own behaviour from that of the natives. But, given that the farmer was my client, the chances of him or one of his employees cutting my bike from the gate seemed a little unlikely. I had a go at commuting on my non bike last year, but the hills I had to ride up to get home were agonising. And the next thing you know, you’re tutting at people who get in your way, the ones who are trying to keep a steady pace, muttering “bloody tourists” under your breath.