Some nights at three in the morning when I can’t sleep and my knees ache, I lie there thinking who do you think you are you bloody idiot, how is that ever going to work. You will be mugged, robbed, killed, drowned, ripped off, kidnapped (delete as appropriate) not to mention all the “what if’s” for the bike: what if it breaks down requiring some vital part in the middle of nowhere, what if we can’t keep it going all that way, how will we pick it up when it falls off the edge of the road down a bank, will we be able to get parts when needed, will we come back from somewhere to find a little spot of oil on the ground and no bike. What if we run out of beer – no some things are just truly unthinkable.