The late great Douglas Adams and I were returning from a rather liquored lunch at the Venezia to one of our publishers where we fell in on the stairs behind a secretary wearing a body stocking under a transparent rain cape. On the first landing the publisher, to whom we'd charged the lunch because we always did, came out of his office, gesturing at several grim-looking middle-aged men inside. "I have all our Nobel Laureates here to sign the petition," he said. "You two will do to represent the younger generation." We just about trampled him so as not to lose the secretary. "We'll save the world tomorrow," we promised. Now, that was cycling gear. Why can't this Georgia in Dublin design gear like that? Cycling would overnight become such a trendy mode of transport, cars will die out.