FROM THE DAY I first snicked a bike into gear, speed has enthralled me. The acceleration, coupled with your essential exposure to the elements, and the thrilling fact that bits of you are scant centimetres away from being ground into meat-paste, became a drug I still mainline every time I go for a ride.
Safety? Yeah, when has that ever achieved anything?
I have told you before, only bizarre weirdos took up riding because they thought it was safe. The rest of us do it precisely because it is dangerous.
