Leaving Las Vegas

Arty-farty shot of a red sportscar parked by the side of a very long, straight desert road

I’m not sure exactly where I found my mojo today, but something happened between sneaking out of Sue’s place and pausing for air in the middle of Death Valley, something that turned the world right-ways round again. It may be down…

Of Fear and Loathing

Vintage photograph of a dude on a yellow folding Brompton bicycle

House of The Rising Sun plays on the radio while I’m sitting in Eat, a down-to-earth yet trendy cafe in downtown North Vegas, wondering what to make of their signature dish: Shrimp and Grits. I ordered it because I have no…

A Day on The Interstate

Interior shot of Ford Mustang and my knees

The day begins much like those before it with jet lagged cursing at the is-it-morning-yet alarm clock. Jump out of bed, throw things in bag, throw bag in car, throw car at at pre-dawn San Francisco. Get my bearings as…

Vegas or Bust

A red Mustang lurks in a hotel garage

10:50 on a Sunday morning and I’m not out enjoying my new bike on the first dry day since I took delivery nearly two weeks ago. I’m at the airport. Not in the shiny A380 I first thought was waiting…

The King is Dead, long live The King!

R1200GS TE Alpine White on a Welsh mountain road

Out with the old, in with the new. Sad times as I leave behind my most faithful companion over many a European mile, glad times in the form of a brand new R1200GS TE in Alpine White. And a weekend in Wales to get to know each other.

Surrey Hills Trail Ride

Dual sport Suzuki parked a the side of a wet trail running through an autumnal forest scene

If there’s a better way to spend a Sunday than rodeo-riding a bucking trail bike up wet chalky ruts covered in leaves, I don’t want to know about it. Whether blasting through muddy puddles or trickling along lonely, rocky lanes, multi-coloured trees linking branches over your head and showering you in organic autumn confetti, a trail ride through Surrey’s last few legal lanes is a tonic for the soul and a workout for the body. Let’s get dirty!

Costa Brava, Spain

A cheap golden filter effect attempts to cheer an otherwise unremarkable sunset over a canal in Spain.

Empuriabrava. Sounds like a special edition Fiat, feels like Southend on an August bank holiday. Only it’s the end of the season and most homes are empty, the streets dead except for the occasional pill-popper and bar-hopper making their way home, to…

Slumming it in the South of France

Two candles, some bottles of wine, and a cooker wait on picnic table

At the start of this trip I imagined I’d be posting updates and pictures with the usual frequency, if not daily then certainly every couple of days. Turns out that travelling with somebody new has all sorts of unexpected but…

Chamonix via the Auvergne

Silhouette of two campers in front of lit up tent, bikes to one side.

Gimme Shelter on the portable speaker mixes with the cheering of a soggy crowd through the open window as a new wave of runners cross the finishing line, and for a moment it sounds as though The Stones are playing…