There was a definite thrill when it emerged from its cardboard box, all black and shiny and 2012 . It took half an hour, less, to get it unpacked, the pedals put on, the handlebars and saddle adjusted: thank God for allen key technology. So I went out, a bit wobbly at first, down to the nearest cycle track, just a few hundred yards away. This was a mistake, because the schools had just come out, and it was busy with kids and their parents; besides, it's not well maintained, so the track itself is narrow, overgrown at the edges, and it was necessary to get onto the grass to let pushchairs, kids and parents past. Towards the end of the path, some bastard had tipped rubbish, with broken glass amongst it, I had to dismount to skirt that. Then back towards home on side streets, which are hazardous because of the parked cars with room, just , for a cyclist and a van, say, to get by, with only a few inches of wiggle room. Concentrating on all of the above ...