He checked his idol’s KOM. He was never going to match it but he knew that as he panted around another hairpin he could imagine his hero dancing on the pedals along exactly the same route. He may not have shaved legs and the team sunglasses but for a little time (sic) he could be a cyclist. He launched the route and his hero’s playlist. By the time he reached the eighth hairpin he was struggling. He tried to match cadence to rhythm. The breaks in the music didn’t help. Although, they were right, those shades could make a difference.