On Sunday, John and I went on a daytrip to watch our sponsored racer, Jamie Wilkins, storm the track at Snetterton. The ride there was bright and (very) early, and so we were able to take advantage of the lack
I took a chance with buying a pair of allegedly cool, waterproof, protective, perforated leather motorcycle jeans from Hein Gerickes Luton branch. Neither Charlie nor Tim had used them but their basic position was HG would not compromise their brand
The last race was the fiercest of all, and I was hugely up for it after the morning’s disappointment. The upside of getting beaten was that I was a lot less nervous and felt less pressure. After a decent start
I’ll keep this short because I’m out again soon, and I’m still gutted about the race. I ran off the track on the second lap after the forks bottomed out under braking and sent me wide. I rejoined in tenth
Pole position! This is exactly the result I needed to get my confidence back after the last round. The bike feels great and I was able to get down to 1m13.3s quite comfortably to take pole by half a second.
It seems like a long time since I last rode the Tuono, and a lifetime since I raced it last at Pembrey two weeks ago. The five-week break since the non-racing disaster at Oulton Park should have been enough to
Most bikers I know who have moved on from riding pillion to riding their own bikes don’t enjoy it when they have to later ride as a pillion for whatever reason. This is something which I am positively grateful not
I have finally had to admit defeat and accept that, after fracturing my scaphoid and having it pinned, my wrist is not as strong as it used to be. Therefore, riding my 749 has become increasingly painful even on the