The story of how I got into riding is perhaps rather ironic, the more I think about it, and I wonder how many of us can find similar connections to our steel horses. Back then, I'd recently moved to a new place where my then-girlfriend had family nearby, and I was going to need a… Continue reading Motorcycles Free Us From Obligation
A friend recently contacted me, saying that she’d decided to fulfil a life dream and get her bike license later this year, and wanted to know if I could help her with 'what to look for'. Naturally, being asked by a girl to talk about bikes... I wasn't going to pass on that. Unfortunately, I… Continue reading Do I Need a Torque Wrench?
In the place of those who take leave, Better things can be found, Such as when the rain comes; Summer bark may turn black, Yet alongside it, Colours begin to pop.
I turned 29 this year. The old CBR in my garage is 32 years old; the VFR sitting next to it is younger at 18, and my replacement VFR in the UK is even younger at 16. All of these bikes continue to exist because people like me, and you, give them life. Without us,… Continue reading MOTORBIKES: A REFLECTION
On a boring day, my addictions continue, Either taking me to lands-end, Or the minor details in-between, So whilst bound by life, I take the time, To rub wax; A way of preparing, For the sacred ritual, Blessed in oil, And summoned by a spark, That waits within me, Barely contained.