AS A RULE, I have always been more comfortable with four wheels rather than two. Indeed, I’m writing this in the comfy surrounds of a garage, whilst sipping a cappuccino and having some work done on Betsy. Betsy being my beloved car and Betsy being the name that is bestowed upon all cars owned by my family. Don’t ask me why, ask my Dad, although not being a man who readily feels the need to explain himself, you may still be none the wiser.

Back to wheels and specifically the number of them and my foray in to Cardiff recently to watch the ‘Tour of Britain’ in its’ closing stage in our fine capital. My children have always enjoyed cycling. My daughter is a whizz on wheels, rode her bike with no stabilizers before starting school and soars on her stunt scooter and skateboard at Dinas Powys skate park. My son has developed a love of anything that goes - cycles, motorbikes, cars. I’ve had the relative merits of Bugatti Veyrons, Mustangs and the Honda NSX explained to me numerous times, cue an opportunity for a talk about working hard in school to get a fulfilling job and earn the money to buy one. I’m never one to miss an opportunity to spout the ‘study hard at school’ mantra.

But, I digress once more, back to two wheels and the ‘Tour of Britain’. Our day started with a delicious coffee in Coffee Barker, Castle Arcade. My children opted for milkshakes. They weren’t so much a drink as a meal, lashings and lashings served in what looked like an ‘Alice in Wonderland’ esque jam jar, such were the epic proportions. They also had an exceptional buttery-based, caramel slice each. The squidgy middle layer silky, the sweetness offset by a layer of dark chocolate that stopped short of bitter and embraced beautiful. I know because I persuaded both to, “break me off a bit,” mmmmm.

I’ve once again lost focus. The rain poured but we ploughed on and found a spot on the corner of Cardiff castle. A chap with an App told us the riders were nearby and the anticipation grew, waiting for not just the peloton but particularly local boy Geraint Thomas, the Sky team rider and Cardiffian.

The arrival of motorbikes and team cars built the excitement and then the riders raced in to the city, flying past us on their way towards City Hall. We watched several circuits before surging towards the finish line.

After the race, I managed to have a word with Geraint, aka G and he posed for a picture with my children. He must’ve been utterly worn out but he met my request with grace. Focus is my ‘watch word’ this week, because that is what he and all the other riders must have to achieve what they achieved. Indeed, it is what we all need to achieve our ambition be that to write, for glory before a home crowd or a Bugatti Veyron.