I've just spent an hour riding with Mark, Jay and Laura. A very humbling hour it was too. It isn't long enough to completely suss someone out, but here's what I came up with.
For those of you who haven't met Mark he's a cross between Alexei Sayle and Mark Thomas.
He rides a single speed but his attempt at a beard would see him ostracised from any formal SS gathering. Needs work.
His mood was visibly lifted upon sighting Mrs Crimbles' macaroons.
He only stops talking when there's a hill.
He has dabbed twice on hills and was so pissed off that I wouldn't be surprised if he retraced his steps to try again.
His mum has a 'complicated' life.
I'm not sure what 'bumble bees' mean, but it made Jay giggle like a schoolboy.
He is as strong as an ox. bull. They were going like the clappers – I couldn't have kept going at that pace.
I can't see cancer beating him – he has the belligerence (in a good way) to kick its arse.
A thoroughly decent, humble bloke. I said at the end of our brief ride that I'll meet him again someday and I really hope that I do.