Now imagine.

You're leading the Peleton over the Belgium pave and horror of horrors you get a puncture! You immediately set about fixing the problem. You know where the valve is because your mechanic knows The Rules.

You look for a pump, but no! That's so yesterday and uncool - you simply reach in you back pocket for your CO2 canister and quicker than you can say Zoot alors! Maillot Jaune! you ready to roll.

After a few moments you regain that hallowed spot at the front of the pack!

Mr Blogs is taking this too far! Do you think he tucks his trousers into his socks?

After our holidays we popped over to see family Blogs and found this shameful article on the table.

Bollocks!