AFTER MAYBE THE SEVENTH OR TENTH time it happened, I began to wonder if there was something strange about me that I’d never suspected. Am I the only rider on the planet who occasionally stops to take photos of his bike in interesting places?
A mere moment spent on the internet reveals that I am not even faintly eccentric in my tendency to immortalise some jolly motorcycling moments in a digital form. But for a while, I’d begun to wonder. Picture this…
A beautiful, sunny day in beautiful mid-Wales (no laughing, please; Wales boasts several
