My mother finally bought herself what we’ve jokingly dubbed her “mid-life crisis baby”. I got on to heft it and found myself intimidated. Her new bike is not a machine which goes down easy. It’s so heavy that if it falls over, she’s going to need a mother-panic of adrenaline to get it back up. That or three big men. So there, that’s my mother, proud and pleased, cradling her fast, dangerous creature. It makes me happy.