I went on a guided weekend with Clive Powell in Wales some years back – reasonably-sized group, on the first day there's that "atmosphere" when everyone's trying to suss each other out and demonstrate acceptable bike-handling skills / fitness etc. Long road climb onto the tops, OK, I'm one of the last up, group waiting expectantly where road turns into rough track. Up I pedal, trying not to puff, holding that stomach in, and a nice, neat, very professional stop, and…….topple slowly but surely sideways into a very large (and the only one) muddy puddle. It broke the ice and had me marked down as utterly useless for the weekend, which was probably fair!