Don't be fooled by this suave and nonchalant athlete: endurance cycling has not come easily to Tim Moore. His grand-tour trilogy has been 20 terrible years in the making - a time-scale that allowed him to forget just how awful he felt riding round the 2000 Tour de France (French Revolutions), and just how stupid he looked retracing the 1914 Giro on a wooden-wheeled bike in period kit (Gironimo!). In between he has pulled a donkey across Spain (Spanish Steps), ridden an East German shopping bike down the Iron Curtain (The Cyclist Who Went Out in the Cold), driven a Model T Ford across the US (Another Fine Mess) and mysteriously failed to grasp that this kind of stuff doesn't get easier with age.
