The latest member of the metropeloton

So, finally, there is a new member of the team - Joel. He's a bonny little chap and I'm feeling pretty confident about his two wheeled potential. So far he's mastered the bidon technique, has no qualms about relieving himself whilst in the saddle (or cot, or fathers arms) and, after a brief course of antibiotics, is no stranger to the needle and will therefore be comfortable amongst the 'doctors' of modern cycling. Just between us, my beloved thinks that the name Joel came from a brainwave of cute names but little does she know that it actually comes from one of, if not the most vivid memory of a boyhood watching Le Tour. In 1989 Joël Pelier won a stage of Le Tour and immediately after crossing the line he fell into the arms of a media scrum only to shout 'mon père, mon père' it struck a deep cord and one day I dream that my Joel will cross the line, any line, in victory and cry out for me. Thank you my beloved - a greater gift you could not give x