Yes, it’s a cheap, quick and practical way to move around London, but let’s not kid ourselves. Riding a motorcycle is an instant way to feel more alive – more free, more in control of our own actions, more open to everything around us, from the curve of the road to the smell of the forest.
I’ve taken various bikes on various trips around Europe, including a Royal Enfield around the Picos de Europa mountains with Bike-Astur, a Ducati 998 to Suffolk, and a 1957 Motobi around Sicily in the Motogiro d’Italia. You may have seen me at the Bulldog Bash or the Enduro in Le Touquet.
Off road, I got some excellent training from Simon Pavey on a BMW Off-Road Skills course, and only fell off twice. Then I spent a day with Trailblazers in the National Parks of southern Spain, and didn’t fall off at all.
I’m currently riding a Honda VFR800, but I am prepared to be unfaithful in the name of journalistic research, or simply of living life to the full
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...In its heyday in the 1950s, the Motogiro was a huge event, a road race that had little boys running home from school to hear the day's results on the radio. Now some of those schoolboys are riding bikes from that era in a revived event, an annual timed trial (road racing is still banned in Italy). Softies like me are welcome to follow on modern bikes, so I ride a Ducati Monster out of their factory in Bologna where the event begins, onto the highway at the tail of the cavalcade, and get lost at once.