I must be getting on a bit. I’ve had my eye out for a deal on a bike since I gave my old road number to a nephew 18 months ago. In the end I decided to wait until 2012 models were knocked down before choosing. In the meantime, thoughts were forming in my mind that maybe it’s time to sit up a bit, take it easy, that 42 is no longer 22, that not being hunched over drop bars might be easier on my neck in future and that greenways, forest trails and canal towpaths are the civilised routes. When I last looked, hybrid bikes (a bit of road, a bit of off-road) had a reputation of being rubbish at everything. Well not anymore (well done capitalism and free markets). I took this sexy little number for a spin over the weekend and it was sweet, so now it’s mine and I’m well chuffed.