Cycling books tend to fall into two camps: the training manual and the journey. One Man and His Bike belongs firmly to the second, shelved with travel and the outdoors, and the title makes its proposition clear before you press play.
Mike Carter reads the recording personally, and for travel writing that choice is close to essential. A journey told in the traveller’s own voice keeps the hesitations and the dry asides a professional reading tends to smooth away, and that is usually the difference between a report and a companion.
At thirteen and a half hours the book takes its time, which is entirely appropriate. The pleasure of this kind of writing is accumulation: weather, roads, strangers, and the slow change in whoever is doing the pedalling.