Bike books

Just finished reading The Rider by Tim Krabbe and thought the central character (Krabbe himself) was a bit of a cock. Can't put my finger on exactly what it was that got on my tits, perhaps the supreme arrogance or self-indulgence. Any thoughts? I was, for the record, really up for it, but it was disappointing for me.
Am I about to get lynched by a mob of literary roadies?

Yes.

My attendance at west drinks was just so I could follow you home.
Now it's just a matter of time..