Each February, the journey west sees me arrive at the Royal Bath and West Showground, home to the Bristol Classic Motorcycle show. I’ve been attending every year since 2001; my first visit was when I was still a student in Bristol, then every year subsequently in a ‘professional capacity.’ Professional capacity meaning I wander round looking at old motorcycles, deciding which I’d find space for in my dream garage, just as I did at my first attendance of the event. Some things don’t change, though of course others do.
