As cycling books go this is not among the greats. As cyclists go Tom Simpson is easily one of the greats.
I was interested in Tom's story largely because I knew so little about his career before his world championship win and his untimely death on Mont Ventoux in 1967.
This book sheds a little light on his early years and his powerful desire to ride and to win. It's pretty sanitised but does paint an interesting picture of cycling in the fifties and sixties and, more specifically, how isolated the UK was with regard to the way the sport was run.
I can't really recommend this as a must-read title – there are so many more gripping biographies available – but it does have a certain first-person charm and Tom does his best to present himself warts and all.
The poignancy, for me, like another reviewer mentions, is on the final page where he says: 'common sense tells you that there is always another day tomorrow for you to have another go'. Tragically for Tom there wasn't.