26 by 25's bike, which was once a member of the SAS you know, taught Ray Mears everything he knew.
But he's a fairly modest old bike, who sits back in his armchair puffing on a woodbine retelling the exploits of his youth in great detail with the odd knowing smile aimed at his young and inexperienced rider, who likes zipwires and grunge music.
'And don't get me started on that Bear Grylls,' he says in a rare fit of anger, '...polar teddy we used to call him. And he got to the top of that stupid mountain, I forget the name, still in nappies? I once saw him eat a tortoise, that was fun. But his Gran didn't think so, as she chased the little gobshite back up the garden path.'