and motorcyclists truly something special.Sherry (pictured above) is an American Drama Student, just graduated, who is travelling through France on a voyage of discovery - trying to pack in as many 'firsts' as she can.She is 5'2'' or so - about 25, intelligent

in Newcastle to embark, a crowd, pushing canoes on trolleys, arrived. They told us the snows had just started melting and they were off to enjoy the white water rapids. An uneventful 36 hour crossing brought the Princess of Skandanavia into a rainy Bergen

This article was originally supposed to be a joyous confirmation that mototrain is a better option to cross france in a hurry than riding it - but because of business reasons I missed the train by an hour and had to ride up to deliver the bike

the highway. After hours searching for a shop that hired BMW's, I eventually found a one that had an older, well-worn machine. As I browsed the machine the shop owner spotted me and stealthily tightened his Hawaiian shirt to hide his dorsal fin. He smiled

of racingMonday 23rd of AprilSet the alarm for 4.30 am on the Saturday morning and set off for Pembrey, 2.5 hours later and I arrive at the track without incident. The sun was making one of its brief forays over South Wales and the haze heralded the start

, and will therefore be stuck there for hours because you haven't got enough left to plan your overtake. A learner-riders attention is a fragile and over-wrought thing. At least 30% of it is taken up with various futile thoughts, like: 'Oh my god, a roundabout! Which

.Out of the village on to another 25miles of just sheer heaven. This time I'm coping better. Down to the beautiful fishing village of Cadaques (would put in picture but still can't work that out) bit of lunch and what a day. My favourite Sunday ride is never going

the coffee's in. Spend the 2 hours poring over the map and programming in our route for the day. The boat docks at Dunkirk and we depart without a problem.We started out, the sun is shining, France is looking as beautiful as I remembered, life is good

is to start with a large one.I picked up a FZR 400 from ebay for £750 and 2 days later jumped on a train to Teeside on a Sunday afternoon. 7 hours and 9 tins of lager later I arrived at my destination and checked in to a B and B. The bike had 24,000 miles

swamp donkey.I hung out there every night for a couple of hours, the only SV there. got a bit of interest as I don't think there are many around there at all. Loads of trick Harleys, big dirt bikes, flash cars and some quads.Spent 4 nights at the camp