A tragic tale of humiliation. And epic failure in the wardrobe department. Dear Devoted Readers (all 3 of you), The time has come to lay bare my soul and risk your opinion of me sinking from the heights we have enjoyed together into the depths of what-the-fuck territory. It all…

In case you missed it, you can read Part 1 here: The Tale of the 120MPH Motorcycle Crash and Bad Underwear: Part 1 A tragic tale of humiliation. And epic failure in the wardrobe department.annietrevaskis.medium.com Continued: It was a Sunday morning when I set off in the bad underwear to attend a motorbike course run by highly qualified Police instructors. …

I made the mistakes, so you don’t have to — When I got my first motorbike, a Yamaha RD125, it was all shiny and new. Someone told me that to keep the chrome in good condition, I should apply a light coat of Vaseline (petroleum jelly). I knew that chrome was metallic and shiny, but the exact properties had not…

The story of when I was in a motorbike gang. — 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.