The great escape
I HAD EVERYTHING I needed to be “happy ”. I was earning a living and was surrounded by a close-knit family and real friends. Since I was nine, I had lived my passion for motocross and won a few trophies but I had a terrible virus.
In fact I had two I’d contracted from my parents: travelling and motorcycling. I had been trying to ignore the former for too long, but it appeared to be incurable. Twenty-seven years of hibernation had failed.
