Cyclists are a weird bunch, to be sure. To make cycling your job, then you have to be even more tweaked. I’ve known a few people over the years who were exceptional cycling talents, who had a crack at Europe, at the big time, but for one reason or another threw it all in and returned to a ‘normal’ life. But they never seemed at ease with the decision, the regret, the what could’ve been seemed to be ever-present, and any attempts at comebacks were always going to be at a far lower level and usually falling well short of the former glories they’d chased.

The story of Angus Morton is somewhat similar. The older, more talented brother who had all the numbers and the results, but ultimately not the desire to make it as a Pro; watching his younger brother Lachlan giving it the full shot, maybe armed with some sort of redemption for big bro helping his motivation. Thereabouts is a journey, not just a physical one but an unexpectedly emotional one that opens up many deep questions and insights for not only the subjects, but the viewer as well. This will make you think about a long ride, and so much more.