Words and photos by Tristan Kennedy
It’s the tail end of November, it’s cold, it’s dark and the first thing I hear when I wake up is the rain spattering against the windows. I fumble for the snooze button on my phone alarm and check the temperature. It’s minus one. It’s a Saturday. I do not want to be awake at half past 6.
My phone beeps again, interrupting my slip back into slumber. It’s a message from my colleague Chris: “Got the sat nav sorted, it says I’ll be with you in 20 minutes.”
I’m still half asleep as I roll my bike up to the all-new Ford S-MAX that is our ride for the day. “How are we going to fit this in there?” I say, eyeing up the suspiciously compact-looking car. “Shall I take a wheel off?”
“It’s got heated seats. Short of climbing back into bed this is surely the next best thing – it’s so comfortable.”
“Nah, that’ll go in fine,” says Chris, with a breezy confidence. I’m unsure, but he’s right. With the seats folded down the boot space is cavernous, fitting not just my full suspension bike but also a fat bike in easily.
But it’s as I clamber into the passenger seat that I spot the real game changer. “Oh yes, it’s got heated seats.” Short of climbing back into bed this is surely the next best thing – it’s so comfortable.