I don´t have a telly, but I enjoy the excerpts on YouTube, except for the crashes, I´ve hit the tarmac too many times myself to watch with impunity.
Cycling is very big here in Andalucia, packs of riders come belting up the hill past my place, where it suddenly goes from "steep" to "WTF?" yet they continue to chat amongst themselves as they disappear into the Sierra Nevada.
Driving home from Durcal recently, approaching a very long, steep downhill stretch, an approaching cyclist was giving it all he´d got, after a huge climb, and I suddenly realised he had no right leg, not even a stump. I don´t think I´ve ever seen such a display of sheer bloody guts, it still chokes me up just thinking about it. I can´t imagine how he gets on and off, or stops at junctions, but what a magnificent example of courage and determination he sets in a time when many are facing great difficulties.
I still ride a bike, but mine has a 1kw motor which runs on sunshine, also a life-long motorcyclist, though I bought a heavy slow plodder last year on account of advancing senility, and my Guzzi being a bit quick. But I think whatever you ride, two wheels are twice as good as four, especially if, as I do, you keep out of cities, (and out of England, where knocking cyclists off their bikes is a national sport ).