This particular run starts at 7pm and ends at 10.15pm on a winters night. A solo run, it is Charlie to a T. This is how things used to be, no telly, no telephones – well not for the workers anyway – so what to do when one is bored? Get the bike out, that’s what. Forty two miles in a little over 3 hours on an old boneshaker of a bike, at night, in the cold with one carbide lamp. Now that’s what I call cycling. To Charlie, this run would seem quite normal, an everyday event, quite unremarkable. It speaks volumes for the man.