He lives on the edge of disaster. Mad Dog and bicycles are not made for each other. Witness when he bought his boys new bikes for a short tour in Northern France. Strapped to the Volvo’s roof he never saw the low bridge sign. The boys sobbed inconsolably in the back seat at the wretched picture of the ignominious pile of tangled wreckage on the roof of the car as they took their place on the dockside for the journey home.
For Mad Dog though it was just another disaster. How would he face the music back home this time?