OLD JIMMY WOODSER
And so the circle of life gets ever closer to the starting point. You know how it goes. We start out helpless, incontinent and talking gibberish. A lifetime later, we end up helpless, incontinent and talking gibberish. Bad jokes aside, there’s plenty of truth within those extremes. In the very early years of my motorcycling life, for example, I mostly rode alone, just as I find myself doing once again in my dotage.
Apart from writing this column every two months, I am to all intents and purposes retired. It’s something I never thought about for the first 67 years of my life, but I’m rapidly getting used to it. The absence of
