End of the ride, sitting at the lights supping a well earned take-out mocha (two fat sugars please), lights go green, ooops, down the last inch in one, the bit with all the sugar and chocolate in, and wodge the cup in my mouth. Sprint to keep with the orange Dyno-Rod van and tuck in behind for a happy slipstream. For the next mile or so it's a wavering 28ish, and he's braking and accelerating gently, he must know I'm here. It's quite hard to breathe through a paper-coffee-cup but I haven't got the time or the nerve to take my hands away from the brakes and stuff it in my pocket. Eventually the van veers off left, and as I draw level with the cab I give him a thumbs up and he waves and nods with a smile.

They're not all bad out there.

Jo Burt has spent the majority of his life riding bikes, drawing bikes and writing about bikes. When he’s not scribbling pictures for the whole gamut of cycling media he writes words about them for road.cc and when he’s not doing either of those he’s pedaling. Then in whatever spare minutes there are in between he’s agonizing over getting his socks, cycling cap and bar-tape to coordinate just so. And is quietly disappointed that yours doesn’t. He rides and races road bikes a bit, cyclo-cross bikes a lot and mountainbikes a fair bit too. Would rather be up a mountain.