We’ve all seen it: newborn ducklings just seconds after cracking open their shells and taking their first breaths. Instinctively, they stride down to the water’s edge and in they go. Evolution has hardwired them to love water and instantly be at home in it.
Like those ducklings, I was hardwired for motorcycle adventure at a very early age. In fact, I can tell you the very day when my passion emerged. It was the summer of 1967, the time of my childhood. The last dinosaur had just died, seat belts were an optional extra, smoking was good for your health, NASA was getting serious about landing a man on the moon, Australia made great cars, and
