I read a cycling book. Two. They were 99p on Kindle. I'm not as cycling mad as some of you, of course. One about a race down Africa (Mark Beaumont) which while an epic achievement, I'm sure, wasn't a great read, he might be a good cyclist, but less so as a writer. It wasn't awful, but the grandeur of a continent wasn't really captured and honestly, I didn't much care for the being-the-quickest aspect which just led to many of his interactions with the locals as being overbearing. It felt like much of Africa was guilty of being in the way.
The second one I didn't think I'd like, Emily Chappell on being a courier, and mostly I think couriers are pretty much delivery monkeys with a somewhat overstated mythos. But she sold it to me (not enough to do it). Mostly a book about riding a bike without being about riding a bike. Nothing tremendous exciting happened, other than a young woman going about her life (which involved riding a bike for a living), but it's well-written and, in places, rather poignant.