I AM A PATIENT FELLOW. MOSTLY. I LEARNED long, long ago that when surrounded by maniacs, the best policy is either to leave quietly – which is not always easy on a decently vocal motorcycle – or to stay silent. Which is also occasionally problematic when the decently vocal motorcycle is the subject of the maniacs’ conversation.
Picture this, if you will. It is a dry, sunny morning. I have parked my modernish motorcycle – a Triumph twin – outside a convenient café and am enjoying what passes for a
