Everyone is Intelligent, Only on Different Subjects

The story of when I was in a motorbike gang.

Photo of Author with her Yamaha RD350LC because she doesn’t have one of her Yamaha 125, and this is the best she could come up with

I can’t remember how I met the gang or what on earth they were thinking when they took me under their wing, and we would cycle hell for leather to Matlock Bath every weekend.