BikeStormer

Any motorcycling gentleman will tell you that Sunday afternoon is the time to ride. Take a warm clear day and your local neighbourhood becomes a veritable racetrack for heroes who dare to try.

But there is one drawback. Cars.

During the week the car driver, following the evaporation of fat arsed 4x4 mothers dropping Toby and Lucia off at St. Fiddleprix School, is usually some corporate type who has at least some fundamental awareness of the motorcycle world about him, or her. For that we have to thank the derring-do of the humble motorcycle courier going about his business. These weekday car types share their world with NTV’s and Bandit’s. To some extent they know their language.