FOR YEARS London's motivational motorcyclist has been talked about out in hushed tones - a piece of folklore passing between riders over the tables of the Ace Cafe and in the car park at Box Hill, existing as no more than the mist on people's breaths.
Legend has it that he rides around the capital seeking out riders still shackled to their L-plates so he can dish out some punchy words of encouragement (which include the C-bomb, by the way) before disappearing into the smog.
Until now, he's never been captured on film...
