World's best job
Rocket science is not a pre-requisite for cycle couriering.
It might help with the runing and maintenance however.
Before I moved to London I wanted to be a bike courier. I remember seeing a clip from the CMWC in Washington DC and was mesmorised. A World Championships for paperboys?
In London I had to sit a 'TEST' for a courier job. Fortunately it was with the second employer I had. To the common man it was a test of jibberish - critical jibberish required to work at Destinations.
Ever other company I told in the interview, 'I show up everyday, rain, hail (snow for NYC/Vancouver) or shine, and I'm faster than anyone you've got'.
Someone how they all fell for it and gave me a job.
Being fast wont make you the most money, a lesson that has taken 6 years to learn.
However.
Cycle courieringering is not for everyone. I've seen some hilariously inadequate ones in my time. One particular motorbike rider at (Hell)ied.
He turned off his radio to save the battery so was only contactable when he stopped.
He did the same with his phone.
Twice in a week he ran out of fuel.
On one of those occasions he had no money to pay for fuel - which meant another rider had to rescue him, and the jobs he was burning.
He carried a map of Sydney, but not Melburn.
Hearing the dialogue between such an incapable courier, and disapatcher was pant-wetting material.
Courieringering.
When it's good, it doesn't any better.
When it's bad, it can bring you to tears.
I could go on an on, but I'll save you by saying there is no better job than being paid to do what you love.
Dream job? Definitely.
Now I just have to dream up one that is nearly as good as the old one.