The Hour. It's the only cycling record that matters: one man and his bike against the clock in a quest for pure speed. No teammates, no rivals, no tactics, no gears, no brakes. Just one simple question - in sixty minutes, how far can you go? Michael Hutchinson had a plan. He was going to add his name to the list of record-holders - riders like Coppi, Merckx, Anquetil, Boardman, the supermen who've made the Hour the domain of cycling's greatest stars. It didn't sound too hard. All he needed was a couple of hand-tooled bike frames, the most expensive wheels money could buy, a support team of crack professionals, a small pot of glue, and a credit card wired to someone else's bank account. Still, getting the glue wasn't a problem. The Hour is the story of how a man who became a professional athlete by accident embarked on a quest for sporting immortality. But it's also the story of an extraordinary record, and the riders who have made it so - from Graham Obree, the genius who built his own bike using parts from a washing machine, to Jacques Anquetil, great champion, great drug-taker and great family man (having had a child by his step-daughter, he married his step-son's ex-wife). Gripping, packed with fascinating stories and very, very funny, The Hour is what happens when a man from the secret, early-morning world of British bike racing takes a shot at stardom.