When I first started cycling with my present buddy his shorts were so old you could see his very hairy bum through them. He also had a knackered old helmet stuck on the back of his noggin like Alun Armstrong in New Tricks, long trailing laces on his trainers that used to get caught round the pedal spindle bringing him to a slow halt in the road and a bike that was so ill-maintained that the forks were loose in the head tube. Over the years he has gone to the other extreme and is now Mr Rapha but he still hasn't got a clue how to maintain the bike, which I have to do for him.