LIFE ON A MOTORCYCLE IS SUCH FUN IN these autumnal days. There I was, scared mostly witless, ploughing along the huge and fast A30 across Dartmoor, home of the noted prison. It was becoming plain that several of my fellow storm-lashed heroes were hoping for a pull by the police so they could enjoy a stay within those hallowed walls. Highway Code (well, it was raining desperately hard and there was a lot of deep water)? Pah. Traffic laws? Never met one, guv’nor.
I did what I always do: hitched up behind a big