TBROUGH THE (LACK OF) BRAINS I WAS BLESSED with, a number of unrelated events, sheer luck and the placing of the moon on a Thursday, I have spent most of my life riding motorbikes. Which is odd, since my main love in teenage life, was cars. It started as fun, slowly reaching addiction levels, and when my career path - photography - went topsy-turvy with the invention of digital, I became a courier, or dispatch rider. That in tum led to becoming an bike instructor, anywhere from Norfolk to London, journalism; and all the time it has been a hobby, as well as transport.
Due to all of this is my love of bikes that have purpose. While I admire gleaming concours bikes trailered from show to show, or incredibly…
