Motorcycle Rides, Coffee Stops & the Sober-Curious Life
Motorcycle Rides, Coffee Stops & the Sober-Curious Life
Nobody tells you that the hardest part isn’t the drinking. It’s the evenings. The ones that used to disappear into a couple of pints without you noticing, and now just sit there, wide open, waiting for you to work out…
Peterborough Cathedral was quiet under a mild, cloudy sky as I set off at 10am, 17 degrees on the dial and Scenic loaded up for its first real test. One day into a free two-week trial, and genuinely no idea…
I’ve been riding bikes since I was a kid. Back in the US, where I’m from, I grew up around a 1978 Honda Supersport and a 1981 Kawasaki 440b that flatly refuses to die. My brother restored the Kawasaki not…
The alarm goes off at 4am, and there’s no negotiating with it anymore. No sluggish crawl out from under a hangover, no bargaining for another fifteen minutes under the pretence of just checking the weather. I’d watched England grind out…
Some rides are about the road. Others are really about where the road stops. Church Farm Café, tucked into Aldbury, is one of those second kinds of rides: under 20 miles from St Albans, and worth every one of the…
January 2019, that’s when I fnally admitted what I’d been avoiding for years: my drinking wasn’t fun anymore, if it ever really had been. It had been quietly creeping up, a notch more every year, so gradual I barely clocked…
