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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.