When I crashed recently, had emergency surgery, spent some time in hospital and many weeks in a sling, I tired of the question ‘Aren’t you getting a bit old for chucking yourself down hills?’. It annoyed me beyond all reason. I’m 44. FORTY FOUR, not 104. As far as I’m concerned you do things as well as you can for as long as you can, and I have my targets fully set on an active dotage way in the future. So for anyone my age, older (or indeed younger) who has to put up with that sort of ludicrous question from time to time, here is a quiet, brilliant, inspirational film about Mick Ives. I don’t need to add more.