It has been well over a year since Mikko, outgoing editor of Motorcycle Sport and Leisure, persuaded me to take a walk in his shoes. It was not supposed to have lasted as long as it has, but testament to the time I have been having in this world of adventure is the time it has kept me off a sportsbike, some 14 months.
A tale of three bikes, six, maybe 7000 miles, motorways, byways, trails, fields, chalk, shale and not a knee down, red-white curb or apex to have been found as I emersed myself in the fastest growing sector of motorcycling in the UK. My full-piece leathers have been hanging by my front door like a lone puppy waiting
