The 2020s will surely go down as the era in which cyclists discovered en masse that they didn’t have to sweat - or strain at all really - to whizz up hill and down dale on a bicycle like an Olympian. All day long if necessary, thanks to the advent of the e-bike.
I discovered the joys of power-assisted cycling years ago. Mine - until stolen - magically levelled the steepest hill, while letting me pretend that my thighs had regained teenage-grade fitness, and carrying ridiculous amounts of heavy shopping.
