This is from way back in 1997 when, as a fresh-faced mild-mannered reporter, I suggested to my new editor that it would make a great feature for me to take part in a 70-mile Burns by Bike Ride. For those that don’t, Robert Burns is Scotland’s national poet and that’s his old house in the background. The bike ride involved cycling enthusiasts going round the back-end of nowhere in the middle of Ayrshire, pedaling past various spots associated with Burns. Now they say you never forgot how to ride a bike, but incredibly I did. This was the first time in about eight years I had climbed on one. Then I had to get my picture taken at the start with this bloke, which meant all the proper cyclists shot off and left me, so I had to navigate the 70 miles by map. The cyclists did it around four to six hours. It took me 13. I did get lost though, so I did about an extra 10 miles.