Five months ago, I bought a road bike. I am 28, and the last time I took to the saddle – a girl’s Raleigh mountain bike, and cute little purple number – I was 13. I was never any good back then; never managed to take both hands off the handlebars like the cool kids. So, it seemed perfectly reasonable that my next step was to fork out £750 on a whim, on something I had no idea if I could do safely, let alone well, and on a trip I had no confidence in being able to complete in four months time. I did, and I am now completely hooked.