Confront your inner Mr Toad

Matt Seaton: I made a serious mistake this morning. Not fatal, obviously, but the kind of mistake that actually might be injurious to health - someone else's, if not mine.

Anyone for bicycle polo?

Matt Seaton: On any given weekend, there could well be more people chasing around a field on a pony trying to hit a ball with a mallet than there are people doing bike races.

Motorist, I’m manipulating you

Matt Seaton: A bike has been my main form of transport for more than 20 years, and most of those have been spent negotiating London traffic. So, I asked myself, what could I possibly learn from a cycle training course?

The pollution premier league

Matt Seaton: You might be forgiven for thinking that smuts went out with steam engines, but they're still with us. You need only cycle through traffic for a few minutes to find the evidence right under your nose. Or rather, right on it.

A shaggy deer story

Matt Seaton: For city-dwellers, the pastures pleasant of rural life can be the best part of an hour away by bike. Which is why green spaces are such a godsend.

A day without it? No chance

Matt Seaton: Scarcely a day goes by when I don't use my bike. Mindful of carbon footprints, I consciously avoid using the car whenever possible.

What terror did for cycling

Matt Seaton: Extensive polling I have conducted reveals an interesting and widespread belief about the increase of cycle use in the capital.

How green is my bicycle?

Matt Seaton: Like most cyclists, I suspect, I float around on my bike buoyed up by the idea that I am doing my bit to save the planet.

Danger? What danger?

Matt Seaton: And another good thing about cycling: no one I meet is ever stuck for something to say to me.

Are you a tucker or a roller?

Matt Seaton: Confession: I used to tuck my jeans into my socks. It was either that or wear bicycle clips. Whichever, let's face it, I had travelled deep into the realms of fashion solecism.

There’s gold in them hills

Matt Seaton: Tring: great to say, but not much to do. But I was prepared: I had my bicycle, and the forecast was for a crisp, clear autumnal day of rare perfection.