I'm a piglet shaped person who commutes to work and does little rides on weekends. Like 9km each way for the work commute and maybe 40-50km on the weekend. This is such a tiny distance, and I know it is but I never get tired of how impressed non-riders are with my efforts, especially considering I don't exactly look athletic (big bums are great for downhill ballast!).

I think everyone I know knows my bike's name is Trevor and that his favourite bike shop used to be Cecil Walker Cycles (bianchi specialist), but now he prefers Brunswick St Cycles because he doesn't feel as self conscious about being the only non-bianchi in the workshop.

When I bought Trevor some new wheels for Christmas I bored everyone stiff with how exciting it would be to have blade spokes and some nice sturdy hubs.

Oh well - could be worse. All my colleagues talk about is Big Brother!