The solitude I find, My place to unwind. The breeze touches my skin, I'm living my life to win. So when I'm at a low, I turn to my friend, my Evo.
Given North Wales a wide berth for years. Anti biking Chief Constable. My mates went a couple of months ago and.........got stopped by unmarked plod on a sports bike. They assumed as he was that close behind them, that he wanted to race. Must be 8 years since I last ventured into NW.
Bad news is his legacy remains..........BBC News - Motorcycle dangers: North Wales Police 'educate' bikers
Dressing up as an empowered and anonymous superhero is part of the attraction, but we were only allowed one word and it didn't come top of the list...
Epitomises that special brand of in-your-face overblown naffness Americans are so tolerant of. Well worth watching.
Oddly enough that's the one thing that puts me off biking. The whole rigmarole of donning the correct attire is a bit too ritualistic for my liking. The fact I'm a fat fecker who looks worse in leather than the material's donor has nothing to do with it...