Cycling is an antidote. An escape from the mundanity of existence. A cure for a broken heart. Or just a laugh. It helps with life. Like music. The daydream country lane folk tune. The thunking house croon warmup or the thrashing guitar rock jump. But right now my soundtrack is pain.

A classic piece of perfection made into another classic. Ideal for mind-severingy hard efforts on the turbo/local hill.

Last Summer. Countryside wandering rides, anonymous and giddy. Picnic, gin and kisses.

Despite, or because of the cheesy lyrics, this is yet more aching cool on top of the incredible looped backing track.

May the road rise with you. A fine sentiment, unless riding a Boris Bike stuck in top gear and your movie starts in 3 minutes.