I have said it before, though it bears repeating because I don’t think anyone was listening - on a
motorcycle, any journey can be an adventure, and the type of bike you ride is but an extension of your
personality: from Ed March’s C90 to Nick Sanders’ R1; Nathan Millward’s antipodean postal bike to Ted
Simon’s Triumph Tiger. I have no doubt the same is true of my Czech friend and his Ducati.
You ride the bike that owns your soul, and who would trade their soul for something as trivial as comfort,
or reliability, or mpg? Not me, that’s for sure, nor too many of the other normal people who have
clambered onto their motorcycles and gone off riding for the shear bloody hell of it.
Any ride can be an adventure and any motorcycle an adventure bike; I know this to be true because the
great Speed God spoke it. She whispered it to me in a dream, somewhere near Latvia, one bright summer’s
evening when the tent was up and the beer cans empty. On a warm breeze she told of her new
Commandments and biddith me to speak her words: “It doesn’t matter what you ride, it just matters that
you ride.” Amen to that.
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you ride the bike that owns your soul... amen.