Pakistan, April 21 -- All great cycling books are bonkers. There is the delusion in It's Not About the Bike, the Lance Armstrong autobiography that omitted that slightly significant detail of him taking more drugs than Keith Richards. There is the single-minded descent into shame and loss of David Millar's Racing Through the Dark, and there is the obsession of Richard Moore's In Search of Robert Millar that has the coda that the erstwhile King of the Mountains has now transitioned to living as Philippa York. It therefore follows that all good cycling books should be, well, at least eccentric. Saddle up, Tom Isitt. He rides in with the perfect fit for the genre. A fiftysomething amateur but keen cyclist, Isitt has written his first book an...