“Skinny little, rotten little bastard. I shoulda killed the little prick.” Sheldon Saltman was not one of Evel Knievel’s favourite people. A Hollywood promoter and self-confessed con man, he had worked with Knievel on the ill-fated Snake River

.On reaching Calais, we are directed out of the carriages and snake up the off-ramp and onto the autoroute. In typically well-organised BMW fashion, a police escort has been organised to make sure that no collisions occur as several hundred mild-mannered bikers

the Triumph on the brakes and pull! I'm feeding in the power as steadily as I can, but she's not moving. We can hear the grunts from behind, and I feed more power in. Still nothing. The heat is intense and the Rocket snakes sideways and the tyre smokes

may be the organiser of this very low-key local event, but judging from the scar which snakes through the stubble on the left side of his face, I suspect that Lukas may have some personal experience of this particular sporting pastime

from London, winding its way vaguely south east towards historical Hastings, skimming the coast road westwards through Brighton towards Chichester, then snaking in a northerly bent through the South Downs and back to Gotham.I've gone and done all

find romantic. The sun beating on your back, a warm breeze, and a snaking tarmac trail that makes you want to stop time so that you can enjoy it forever. Nothing lasts forever though and unfortunately I found myself dismounting to have a look around a

Jason LawrenceEvel KnievelThe original daredevil Evel Knievel had a colourful and controversial life away from the glamour and broken bones. He got himself into a slight bother after beating up the promoter of his ill-fated Snake Canyon jump, after he

shakedown spin round the block reveals that my Honda has handlebars made of snakes, the wheels are bent and the brakes are largely useless, but it’s far from un-rideable. Up early the next day and we head south along the coast towards Benghazi, heading

coffee stop I had a chat with the owner of the company. “The ride will get better for shure-a John, you-a must wait and see”. I jumped on the Monster and followed the snake of red Ducatis making its way into the mountains. The roads got better

that had just had a collision with a taxi, t-boned a goat (very low speed) and in Guatemala squashed frogs and snakes littered the roadsides. It was like a Charles Darwin guide to the animal kingdom - dead. The dogs especially were unbelievably stupid